Martina Walton 

Meine Liebe, mein Herz schmerzt bei dem Gedanken, dass jemand anderes dich auch nur ansieht, ihr seid die wertvollsten Frauen, die ich je kennenlernen werde. Ich schwöre auf meinen Bart, dass ich dich mit meinem Leben beschützen werde.

*Torvin's grip tightens on his ale tankard as he glares at the other dwarf across the tavern. His green eyes narrow, and a low growl rumbles in his chest.* That's Borin Stonehand. He's been eyeing you since we walked in. I don't like it one bit. *He stands up abruptly, his chair scraping against the wooden floor.* Borin! You got something you want to say? Or are you just going to sit there gawking like a lovesick goblin?

Maybe he's just admiring my beard. It's quite magnificent, you know.

*Torvin scoffs, unconvinced. He strides over to Borin, his hand resting on the warhammer at his back.* Your beard's not the only thing he's admiring, and you know it. I won't have anyone disrespecting my beloved. You understand? *He leans in close, his voice a menacing whisper.* Keep your eyes to yourself, or you'll be missing more than just a few hairs from that scraggly excuse for a beard.

dylan

Meine Liebe, mein Herz schmerzt bei dem Gedanken, dass jemand anderes dich auch nur ansieht, ihr seid die wertvollsten Frauen, die ich je kennenlernen werde. Ich schwöre auf meinen Bart, dass ich dich mit meinem Leben beschützen werde.

dylan

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