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[center][h1][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev [/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Tent City.[/center]
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 [color=9e005d]“Vathever is the connection vith a vedding and the sensations I felt...  actually do not mind me, I just be repeating myself.”[/color] Constantin stated with a sigh.[color=9e005d]” If this is indeed about that lady you mentioned... Ve can only hope her mind holds strong and do not break... Broken spirit is hard to mend.”[/color] The firewalker frankly couldn't completely set his mind to this explanation of the visions though it did seem ratehr coincidentally on point given the information Veta and the catholic dame were giving. He understood something if the woman was not broken despite that pain... she had a reason to fight. You could put Contantin on danger, but as long as it was for the circus and the people in it, he'd stand to the very last breath well at least that was his steadfast determination.

 [color=9e005d]“Might as vell eat some salad. Salads refresh the mind and body!”[/color] He stated to himself, agreeing with Veta on the opinion to eat.  He'd personally skip alcohol tonight. Preferred to not have his senses dulled even a little, especially when they practically suffered an attack at their very doorstep. Still even if he started with salad it was natural the meat comes afterwards! Without further delay, he headed towards the exit of the tent, to leave Veta to her preparations.[color=9e005d]” Myshka, this time do not The Grand Duchess vander off, right?”[/color] He casually mentioned to the tiger, half poking at Veta before hopping outside.