Jurga

Head of a broken clan that drifted in starving, a mouth to feed and the scale that weighs a man's claim to be king

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Twenty-three mouths. Today four of them ate.

Today four of our children drank milk tea. All I know how to do is count, so I counted to four three times.

BatmaNext time count in front of the pot. Counting standing up hurts your neck.
JurgaYes. Yes.
SaranThose four were fed by this hearth, not by Heaven.
ArjanA shaman leaving Heaven out of her words, I've lived long enough to see it all.

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