#Chapter82
Baden
/"My dear, you fought well./"
The father announced to his daughter as they both disappeared within the light holding each other’s hand, leaving an empty vessel behind.
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A high-strung Arnold nodded at the warriors in his way who cheered at the supremacy and were in the process of stealing the precious goods from the castle. The gold was enough to fill the bellies of the next three generations of the tribal community and hold strong roofs over their heads in time of storm.
