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2024-10-29 19:42:56Bernus was inside the cottage. Sitting in the chair, tipped sideways, with his head craned back against the rest as he watched the door. His large feet were firmly planted on the dirt floor. His posture was relaxed. He'd been here far too long for him to be tense any longer.
He’d gotten the message the Edre had left him. And he was to meet her here. So where is she?
He’d been waiting for over a day and was now beginning to wonder if the woman he so respected was playing him for a fool.
She’s wasting my time.
There was much he could be doing as a guardian of Enuchte. Wasting time along the surface of Ardae was not something he enjoyed.
Bernus was a man set on achieving goals and moving on.
Calm down, Old Boy. He told himself. Reminding himself that if he was wrong, what he desperately wanted was well on its way in this direction.
She could be bringing my target straight to me.
Pati
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