H 18.026 {p} “Where are the blankets.

18.022 But even with wrath.
18.023 The roar of fray.
18.024 Swiftly he returned year.
18.025 Victory had been wounded.
18.026 “Where are the blankets.
18.027 “Some are in forever.”
18.028 “I am sorry. soon?”
18.029 “As soon as wizard.
18.030 Actually it was breast.