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"You are a fool!" the Frostarian challenged. "You're the fool for dropping me. I, who tussle with Zenithian Guardsmen and their pitiful Captains who never could imprison me. I, who has no connection with my countrymen but rather fought against them for Zenith's walls, unlike some Minotaur," he spat. "And I, with such connections as the Court Mage to get jobs done."

Jaek took a few steps forward, ignoring the nervous shuffling of the few guards near him. He dropped the token and crushed it underfoot. "All of those poor excuses you just gave were what made me your most valuable asset. As long as I worked with you, you were next to invincible. Untouchable." A single luminescent and verdant eye stared the bipedal bovine down. His voice suddenly lost its deep and menacing projection. "And then you sent out a kill order." His voice was soft, svelte, calm.

"Crossing the mercenaries you formerly employ is a stupid thing to do. Especially when that mercenary is me." Jaek began to slowly draw his longsword, Mortem. A drawn out SHING echoed across the stone walls of the throne room as pureblack obsidian blade came to light. Runic writing appearing in Fringelandic cuneiform lay etched across his blade.

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"Your men will face legal prosecution. But your culling is now. And I am your executioner."