Aquaz leaned back into the sofa, her gaze fixed on some distant, unseen point.
How long had it been since she last felt this exhausted?
She had faced down countless curses, withstood waves of hatred, listened to words of apostasy and demonic whispers, yet her mind had never once wavered.
A single conversation with the barbarian, lasting only a few minutes, had left her utterly drained.
The Barbarian of the Pale Expanse… is he?
Just thinking
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