My husband for his birthday wanted to order a medalion based on the series of books of Sapkovsky "The Witcher". My husband loves these books. And I too. Great language and stories. The classic fantasy. Oh well okay. I was distracted. There are no such medals for sale. I found a man who made them manually from scratch. But in June, I couldn’t pay, I had to get out. I paid a few weeks ago and started waiting for a package. To make a surprise to my husband, I ordered not at our address, but at the parent’s. I had an agreement with them in June.
Yesterday, the package left Moscow and I, going to my mother, decided to warn her again. How I felt, fucking))) Mom changes in the face and knows an extremely interesting story. It turns out they have already received an order letter. Of course, the agreement was forgotten. Opened, and there is an incomprehensible medalion. Panic began in the village))) they called their extra-sense-gallery, with whom they have been communicating for a long time, she said that it was a curse imposed on them and that the medalion was sent for confirmation)) that it needs to be burned and buried in the forest. It is black magic.
In short, with half-panic, they went into the woods yesterday, burned him there, and then buried him.
Medallion, silver and manual work. But I was so roasted (you won’t say otherwise) yesterday as I left my mother (she had to reassure me that I wasn’t angry). As I can imagine, they burned the letter, buried it somewhere in the woods)))) I still nervously chick))))