Video Introduction


I am transitioning my content from a subscription model on Patreon. During this transition period, you can still visit https://www.patreon.com/Salvania to see many vignettes that are free for everyone.

I also invite you to visit Instagram @LandOfSalvania.


This video was part of my Patreon introduction. It'll only take about a minute of your life.


Music: Celtic Warrior by Damiano Baldoni 
Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0) 

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