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... was just my armour she was into.’
The thought caused a sad sigh to escape his lips.
‘Should I find some romance?’
Adam frowned.
He slipped through the market, keeping his hand close to his pouch, brushing against it every so often so he knew it was there.
“Oh,” Adam said, stepping up quickly to a particular Merchant.
It was a small stall, one which was covered in all kinds of jewellery. There were two large men who flanked on either side of it, wi ...
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