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Ilari has a minion!

Misha the Black Friday Bear




Ilari
Legacy Name: Ilari


The Glacier Devonti
Owner: BLUE_355

Age: 15 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: April 10th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 1 month, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: April 10th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 328
     
  • Strength: 854
     
  • Defense: 833
     
  • Speed: 832
     
  • Health: 818
     
  • HP: 818/818
     
  • Intelligence: 858
     
  • Books Read: 847
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Logistics Analyst



He sat at the tall window and watched the rain, his coat dotted with drops that had caught him just as he returned to the enormous house from the market. It was a day much like this one, gloomy and cold, when he had first spotted that man in the crowd of people.

He had pulled the slip of paper out of his pocket and given it to the barkeeper, who had disappeared briefly into the back room. On his left he could make out a string of words through the buzz of the room, and sneaking a glance, saw a head of red hair facing away from him. The barkeeper returned soon afterwards with a reply on the slip of paper and gave him his order, free of charge. He couldn't understand either of the French phrases, but it did not bother him. The message would be passed on accordingly. Sitting at an empty table with his drink, he had a sip. It was unpleasant outside; he had walked several miles to get here undetected and now he was tired. Shutting his eyes, he let himself begin to drift off, when--

"Ha ha ha!"

He started and looked up, his eyes narrowing at the source of the noise. The redhead had his head thrown back in a laugh, a cigar held between two fingers as he tipped his chair leisurely. His female companions were swooning at his antics, giggling helplessly.

He was about to turn away when he noticed the eyes. Blue, blue, blue. Unclouded, not the eyes of a drunk. Those eyes looked like a Russian sky on the best of days, a pool of clean water in a bombed city. And they were staring right at him, the boy's head upside-down, the mouth eternally smiling. Or was it really frowning?

A wave of nausea washed over him.



Pet Treasure


Norlander Hide Pants

Dusty Old Map

Belted Glass Drinking Flask

Ceremonial Mongoose Pea Coat

Trashy Bottle

Bundle of Forget-Me-Not Seeds

Major Drills Badges Of Honor

Bed Roll

Vintage Telephone

Okroshka

Tomato and Lentil Soup

Hiking Safety Kit

Potato and Leek Soup

Goulash Soup

Black Ushanka

Sour Cream

Hearty and Hot Fireside Soup

Snow Crow

Bottled Aurora Borealis

Blue Freesia Sprig

Frost Berry Bunch

Autumn Nesting Dolls

Hot Fireside Soup

Snow Trinket

Shot of Vodka

Rations Pack

Drink of Dank Water

White Bear

Wooden Soldier

Thick Ice Goblet

Remembrance Emblem

Handy Atlas

White Bellflowers

Orange

Book of Ice

White Split Bellflower

Green Military Pea Coat

Lost Barrel

Sunflower

Baked Potato Soup

Chamomile Tea

Chamomile Tea Bag

Artisan Marble Rye Bread

Rugged Survival Kit

Honey Glazed Spiral Ham

Collection of Snowflakes

Bloodred Archan Plushie

NPC Matryoshka Dolls

White Formal Gloves

Common Six-Shooter

Vodka

Pile of Snow

Vita

Svarta

Snowfall

Roman Soldier Helmet

Roman Soldier Plate

Roman Soldier Hair

Solar Kilt

Pet Friends


Tsarevich
My prince, is there anywhere you go to be by yourself?

Ailbe
One day, we might is friends. Not today.