The third update on the breakout battle! Brothers, smash the vote button!
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"Have a drink, lad, you look terrible."
Home-brewed bitter ale is poured to fill a third of the wooden mug, offering mild consolation, but carrying an undertone of commanding authority. Knight Pierre and his squire watched as the guest, who was still unable, to stop trembling, struggling to bring the twisted yellow liquor to his lips while almost spilling it from the brim of the cup.
Looking at his playmate who used to be full of vitality and endless energy, Roque couldn't help but feel heartbroken - to put it mildly, Louis.Niel looked like a frightened hare, shaking like a newborn fawn.
He was completely terrified.
The question was, how did this happen?
