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At the mention of the Holy Land, the Longbaoan's eyes narrowed as he breathed a heavy sigh. "That checks out," he nodded after a moment, seemingly turning to walk back towards his beetle. "....however," he abruptly interjected the a large moment of silence with an unnerving glare at the Guardian. "Your internal compass needs adjusting," he went on, rapidly drawing a blade from his hip and holding it out in front of Otis with a wide grin. "You fled from the Last Rest."

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Leup gave a gruff grimace as Argent was cut loose. "Watch him. You give him one chance and your soldiers are dead." Leup rubbed his lower jaw, observing the Legionnaires he muttered aloud, "Sor....Sor...I don't know it. Only offworlder I even heard of was the painter. If y'all are from the same place as him, then..." he shook his head. "Nevermind all that. I'll lead you around here as best I can. Try and keep you safe. But I want something in return."