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... Snow crunched under my boots as I marched out, still barefoot inside fur boots because dignity had already died in this frozen wasteland. Behind me, Baron Sigurd "Lord Belly" Hjelmvik waddled, clutching his cloak like an anxious nanny. Half the staff trailed us, some carrying spears, some carrying frying pans because apparently, that’s what counts as weaponry here.
"Alright," I said, planting my hands on my hips like some divine hero. "Where do these beer-thieving wolves live? Point me t ...
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