Nikabrik:
This bread is so stale.
Trufflehunter:
I'll just get him some soup, then. He should be coming around soon.
Nikabrik:
Yeah, well, I don't think I hit him hard enough.
Trufflehunter:
Nikabrik, he is just a boy!
Nikabrik:
He's a Telmarine, not some lost puppy. You said you would gonna get rid of him.
Trufflehunter:
No, I said I would take care of him. We can't kill him now, we just bandaged his head, it would be like murdering a guest!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:51