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”Wait.” He stopped short of the doorknob and drew his hand back. ”Are you telling me that you share a body- -A soul with your ancestor? That this isn’t who you are.” More of the true Maelthra showed himself as he turned around and nodded silently. He listened to her explain that he at least deserved a chance. ”You wanted to get to know me? Then I will give you a chance, as a thank you. Alright?” she gestured to her chest as to signify what he did.

He nodded in agreement. “Alright. Let’s talk.” He took a seat on a chair. “I know the illness is in your breath, but what exactly is it?”

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In a Port town in the kingdom of Meiran, a small ship that seemed large enough for one or two men to use slowly come up on a pier, several Orcs looked at the ship curiously. They came aboard only to get cut down by a sword.

“Orcs, Master was right. His foothold is in Meiran.” Said the young man. He climbed onto the port and looked around, sheathing his sword. He spotted a house and headed towards it, knocking on the door the moment he arrived. When the door opened, he would bow before his greeting, as was his house custom according to his master.



“Evening, Robin Azura, at your service.” he said with a straight face. “May I trouble for directions to the Capital Of Meiran and shelter for the night?”