The Twelve Gods and the Traitor

He noticed that the young man named Fraco, as well as the half-breed named Lerroy had stopped and camped in a house. The centaur half-breed named Cecilli… as he heard the name, was on the lookout for his creator.

‘Here goes nothing.’ He said to himself as he approached them. And as he crawled --- tiptoed closer and closer, he recalled everything he learned from the Fortress. Anything. Every information to make them believe.

He approached the three, and noticed that Geralt of Solaria was no longer with them.

“Good evening.” He informs the three with a grin. As predicted, the Centaurs stood up from their seats and were ready to end his life.

He’s an intruder, of course. But he managed to stand his ground. Fraco already had a ball of fire on his hand. Cecilli was commanding black and red water. And Lerroy was pointing a sword at him.

He knew he had to be bold.

“I’m a survivor.” Was what he said first. And he noticed it caught Fraco’s attention. Though the words sting against his tongue,
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