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Dejé el sur viajé
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Dejé el sur Viajé al norte Conseguí confuso, maté un caballo
The tip of a stave protruded from the hollow eye socket of a wolf's skull, and every now and again such similar physical warning could be seen, clashing brilliantly with the attractive landscape. If some oblivious fool with no sense of smell were to stumble onwards in the hope that they would find the land unclaimed, they would be very unsuccessful.
They would come instead across yet another post atop which slanted an enemy's skull. Clearly the intention was to scare, but only the truly arrogant revelled in such things. If arrogance failed to triumph, then, the true nature of these staves was simply a firm, direct and obvious notice that beyond them was a no-go zone.
El Extranjero didn't walk beyond them. Indeed, he was at a harmless distance until he sensed a presence that heralded a voice that called to him. The hybrid was not a shop merchant or tourist information, so this wasn't an offer as the words on their own implied. “Help with what, señor?” he called back, his elegant stride slowing to address him with light civility. | | [/html]
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