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After the tree for the sons of Ragnar.
Dec. 23rd, 2017 11:42 pm{from here}
Sinric limps up to the nearest entrance to their room, heading straight for the bed. He can wait for food and booze but sitting down is a must.
"Come lay with me." He calls softly, spreading out the furs.
Sinric limps up to the nearest entrance to their room, heading straight for the bed. He can wait for food and booze but sitting down is a must.
"Come lay with me." He calls softly, spreading out the furs.
