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Sun May 19 2019 at 21:05:18 "Jarls rise and jarls fall," she whispered, her dark eyes on the last orange streaks of light flickering across the horizon. "The Boneless Mercies remain. We have roamed Vorseland since the age of the Witch War Chronicles. Perhaps longer. We are ignored and forgotten... until we are needed. It has always been this way." She paused. "It is not a grand profession, but it is a noble one." I didnt answer, but she read my thoughts.  "This isnt a bad life, Frey. Some have...