"That Jespir fellow is pretty damn handsome," Ernst muttered as he lay on his bed, his thoughts not allowing him to sleep. "Too damn handsome, in fact. Hell, he's prettier than half the girls back at Rhoen."

His brow furrowed deeply at the train of thought he was riding, but soon he could not deny the facts: "Jespir's pretty... well, pretty. Like a woman."

Distressed, he put a fist over his mouth and bit a knuckle.

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