That stone glowed. It resembled a precious stone. He must have been taken under a spell or a curse.
"Is Bruce an ogre? Or a berzerker?" Asuka's eyes widened for a moment as she listened, fascinated and... jealous. Maybe this merchant was taking the piss. Without anybody else to corroborate his story, it could amount to this: Story, to explain the cursed stone on his chest.
Asuka shut her eyes, almost disappointed, then rose her mug of beer to drink further, before setting the mug down.
"You do not have the build of a proper man-at-arms. Your stone could as well be an ornament," she then waved her hand, "and you are telling me of a place called 'Johannesburg, which I cannot even know where is it. You are not making a good case for it, merchant."
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"Is Bruce an ogre? Or a berzerker?" Asuka's eyes widened for a moment as she listened, fascinated and... jealous. Maybe this merchant was taking the piss. Without anybody else to corroborate his story, it could amount to this: Story, to explain the cursed stone on his chest.
Asuka shut her eyes, almost disappointed, then rose her mug of beer to drink further, before setting the mug down.
"You do not have the build of a proper man-at-arms. Your stone could as well be an ornament," she then waved her hand, "and you are telling me of a place called 'Johannesburg, which I cannot even know where is it. You are not making a good case for it, merchant."