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«ℬ» — “Wiglaf, leave the poor man be.“ the King spoke behind amused chuckle, his gaze watching from the other side of the training yard, towards the stranger who would see fit to join their company. ”You there, come hither.”
♘—> He had joined their company a time ago, concealed himself behind men and wagons of goods and overflowing barrels of spirits. It had taken nearly a week to gather the courage to step a little closer, to bring himself into rings of men who began to recognize him as one of them, as if he had not wandered into their group months ago and he began to feel rather at home. When the King himself called him out, however, all previous fears washed back in and he bowed his head and approached. “Yes, Sire?"
