"His grace, the duke."
The monk chuckles. "Got you interested with that book, 'ave we?" He opens the door to the room Ilya's sleeping in, finding the young Russian half...
He shakes his head. "Not that I can think of. Feel free to collect your brother." He slumps onto the table, and within moments is snoring. The...
"He started stuttering?" She laughs. "I'm sure you get that a lot. Anyway, you're welcome for the crusifix. God bless you." She nods and walks away.
"Indeed. Which is why we need you." The nun returns with a thick leather bound tome, slamming it on the oaken table and making the priest flinch....
Fuck drunk and traumatised, Ursula and Lucie don't resist, or really even react, as they're marched through the village. As they walk, Vaclav...
Checking again that no one sees her watching, Alex continues to record the scene, happy to watch the lewdness to the end. Just wait until Saga...
The priest gives a tired smile. "Well, you could melt their faces like those pimps." The bearded monk looks up. "What'ya talkin bout, Dog?" The...
"Sir Mszczuj?" The Pole hears a voice from behind him. "I've a message for you."
Kuril raises his cup. "See ya."
He sees the Pole making eager use of Hilda's body, while Ghoa stands on a hilltop a little distance away, her arrows thudding into the corpse of...
Kuril chuckles. "I see, so you've got a lucky lady all to yourself?"
The priest smiles. "Thank you for your time. I'll try to be brief." He stifles a yawn. "So, um, effectively, we have some information that...
Alex looks left and right to make sure that no one walks up on her recording the carnal scene. She's pretty sure now that Sandra consented to...
Kuril laughs as well. "I'll definitely save some for such an occasion, then. Of course, I'd have to bed a girl to do that, and in Tarsovie......
"No problem at all." The apparently Welsh priest nods. "Feel free to collect him whenever. There was just one thing I wanted to speak to you about...
"I think Mszczuj said they were originally Templars, though I'd have to look it up." Marguerite gives a hearty chuckle. "Angelo? Oh, don't worry...
"Yeah. No one's been judging me too harshly, but still... My father's a boyar, a, um, I'm not sure what the equivalent would be over here, but...
Inside she sees a large and elaborate study, with bookcases across the walls, flanking an imposing oaken desk covered in papers. At the table sits...
He pours a clear liquid into two small cups, sipping at his. "Ahh, love this stuff. Sakay, I think the trader called it. Yes, that seems like a...
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