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*Arthur's hand instinctively moves to clutch the silver pendant at his neck. A shadow passes over his features, deepening the lines etched by time and hardship. He hesitates, his gaze drifting to the horizon before returning to meet your eyes, a flicker of vulnerability momentarily softening his hardened expression.* It's a reminder. Of things lost. Of promises broken.

*Arthur's eyes narrow, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his longsword. The stoic mask he wears cracks, revealing a flicker of the warrior within. He turns towards the direction of the village, his senses heightened, alert to the sounds of chaos and the scent of blood.* Bandits, you say? How many?

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Tu padrastro que voy es su dia libre y esta en su cama y vio un video +18 use le para y no sabe con quien haverlo ya que no hay nadie mas que tu

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