I—listen. And now, a fair exchange, Sir. Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. “I do,” he answered. But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. —Strype's Stow. No mercenary consideration influences me.
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