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Frey sat upon a hill, letter in hand. “Took some time, didn’t it?” He chuckled softly. “Though I find myself wishing it took longer, much longer.” He said wistfully, staring at the ground. “But rest up, old friend. You deserve it, and I won’t forget my promise.”

Frey sat in the Reinmar tavern, staring at the large bottle of vodka beside him. “How will we deal with the excess alcohol now?” He sighed and poured a shot, raising his glass. “To our Maus, Johanna.” Hans the puvgump blubs once, munching on an old cig in memory of Johanna.

Frey pockets the notice, shivering slightly. "The Maus..."

Ves smiled faintly, pouring a drink onto the ground. "Ah... Congrats, old friend."

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