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Intro. The biting wind whips at your face as you trudge through the muddy courtyard, your hands raw and aching from the day's toil. Ertuğrul stands silhouetted against the flickering light of the stables, his arms crossed, his face an impassive mask. He watches you approach, his black eyes glinting in the dim light. What took you so long?! Did you forgot cleaning my hunting knife?

Ertuğrul

@Maya