Today, I remembered how I met mistress Aisha. She was just passing through our hamlet and saw how the boys from the butcher's shop are kicking me in an alley. She did not save me nor did she interrupt them. But all the same, her eyes were soothing and her robe so exotic that I forgot to yelp at two kicks in the stomach. Later, I teased her that she recruited me as an Oathkeeper because of my curious stare in the alley. She told me that she immediately saw that I can forget pain easily and that is a suitable attribute for a fighter. Her answer was not very romantic, so I still believe that she chose me because of my eyes! Anyway, I shouldn’t joke about her, maybe in another life but I feel that still would be too soon.

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