The master of the sword
The pungent-smelling, debris-strewn roads show the lack of collection of a city of the greatest size, and puddles of water mixed with foul-smelling mud scattered beneath the feet of silent passers-by hit their nostrils hard.
The carts creaked in the thin wheels, and the carpentry of such a vehicle brought the eyes of many with their foreheads up, sometimes the trumpets of a guard of swordsmen and horsemen scattered a murmur of fear among the passers-by, it belonged to a duke or count, the links and armor set the strong and long-awaited tone of the seniors, and the world blinded by the metal beams of the armor fully suited them to such a disciplined braggart view, the claw and the sword in th
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