[center][h1][color=limegreen]Aelin[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=limegreen]"Very well.. If you have his trust, you have mine."[/color]

Aelin lowered his knife and greeted the woman with a slight nod. He then returned to his horse and mounted again. However, he still wasn't able to shrug off all of the negative thoughts he was having.

[color=limegreen][i]Damn it, Anrandir. You are supposed to be the one keeping this group's moral up.. Can you not see how useless you are?[/i][/color]

Oh well. He opened one of the remaining wine bottles and took a gulp.

Alcohol always solves the worst problems.