A tall figure in a horned helmet, towering behind the bandits' backs, walks slowly toward you. "If it isn't my
A tall figure in a horned helmet, towering behind the bandits' backs, walks slowly toward you. "If it isn't my greatest mistake." The Stag Lord rolls his eyes madly. "I was sitting in my fortress and drinking. When I should have come here and burned the damn trading post to the ground, along with everyone inside — on the very day you appeared in the Stolen Lands."
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