200 of my shiny round thingies to the PG's coffers.
200 of my shiny round thingies to the PG's coffers.
"She wears a coat of color
Loved by some, feared by others
She's immortalized in young men's eyes
Lust she breeds in the eyes of brothers
Violent sons make bitter mothers
So close your eyes, here's your surprise
In your mind she's your companion
Vile instincts often candid
Your regret is all that's left..."
Done
The Karu knows.
This is the treasury speaking. Give 260 gold pieces out of me to Godhand, as our new mercenary/eye-stabber.
Done.
Exile of Raiaera
"He who has knowledge of the just and the good and beautiful ... will not, when in earnest, write them in ink, sowing them through a pen with words which cannot defend themselves by argument and cannot teach the truth effectually."
--Plato, Phaedrus
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