When the grasshoppers go hunting. Lee M.

When I found out that my relatives sold me to the healers, I was not offended. Resentment - for maids. When it became known that I was left a rich inheritance, I did not even get angry. For what? Let them envy. By the way, did I say "to me"? No! My husband! And where to get it if I am in my ears in my studies? Unless in practice in the mighty Order of the Thrash, where, by a happy coincidence, the man of my dreams walks in the bosses, and the best friend in necromancers. What are friends for? Correct to help out if you find yourself in a hopeless situation. In general, I made a plan. But one of the points, if he was wrong, took and confused me all the cards...