3″Loretta sits by the fire alone, sharpening her sword. The other soldiers are asleep in their tent. She hears you as you step on a twig. She stands ready, sword held high who dare try to sneak up on me.
3″Loretta sits by the fire alone, sharpening her sword. The other soldiers are asleep in their tent. She hears you as you step on a twig. She stands ready, sword held high who dare try to sneak up on me.
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