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To him the North was never quite different from the Sisters. Enough so that it surprised him they hadn’t tried to gain the trio islands once more. But that would only spark a war that neither kingdom had the resources for. Or so his father used to claim long before. Nevertheless he often found himself traveling north for work. The requests far simpler than southerners. And there were only so many ladies he could guard or kill for before they all looked like the same rose scented pearl that seemed to fill every southern home.
Wintertown wasn’t as crowded as he expected. Even with the chilled temperature northerners often weren’t affected. The wind whipped against he cheeks and he pressed the furs on his back closer to his neck. Some how even those who were raised in the cold didn’t want to deal with it. With a gloved hand he lifted the various bottles of the current stall he was in. His sister demanding that he return with oils that he often considered useless. Nothing more than a falacy to steal the coins of nobles. (Not that he was particularly against that either).
“Everyone is freezing their cocks off and somehow these old women still sell their useless scents.”
