'' Bronze Yohn Royce leaned forward. 1 was trained for battle since the day they deemed me old enough to hold a wooden sword. Which one she could not say; she had never been able to tell the two of them apart. Volar dohaeris.
No hammerblow to the heart could have felled her half so hard. but the man was a traitor, let us not forget. I hardly know myself. an age for gods and heroes.
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