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Region: The Monarchy alliance
Gwen looks up into the sky. An eagle flying overhead, a sign of good faith. But who needs such signs with such a blue sky overhead? Who needs such assurances with the sun and peaches hand in hand?
Gwen took a bite out of the peach in hand and nodded
"My nephew, eight years old man be betrothed as you wish."
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Sir Roderick loved the open air, and smiled to his squire
"You know where we are going?"
"Gonor and Arnor."
"That's right!"
he laughed heartily
"Boy, dont look so glum! I'll have one-hundred whores in my bed sheets before my stays done!"
the squire shaked his head, how this man lived to 45 he knew not