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Fantasy The Shadow of The Seal
- Thread starter Wyll
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- Tags
- assassin found family spy
lyn.
can i get a bacon egg and cheese
WillOWispJJ
Brain goes brrr most of the time
roxybirdie
𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐢 😸
hery
the fool
The Sun 
Cresley Hogsweed
coded by reveriee.
Sir Mayday
Native Son
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Klown
(∴✪౪⊗∴)
Location: Head library > Somewhere beyond the gardensInteractions: Kygo @Shadow
Mentions:
Quill dusted her recollection of the contents within the books wrapped in Kygo’s arms, turning each in her head to appraise which would best satisfy his curiosity. A whisper of doubt poisoned her faith in her credibility; his concern about it being too many books tugged at her ear, reminding her that not everyone indulged in reading from sunrise to sunset. Quill read books to fill the empty spaces of her mind, and she was rich with absence. Absences that left her a phantom of her former self, a spectral stranger floating through practiced motion with no substance. Meanwhile, Kygo’s hold on the books was firm, grounded. Inexplicably the first tangible thing Quill felt she’d witnessed the entire day even with his worries of not reading them all. Her arms ached with the weight of nothing and sought the closed Echobinder for comfort.
“I…” Her response to his inexperience trickled and faded as she realized the seven-month gap between then and now. A blank sheet flattened against her mind, an emptiness in her eyes that betrayed she felt as unversed as Kygo in that second. “…Should know.” Should. The word was a welt flicked until bruised anew.
A thin slip of insecurity now followed as she guided Kygo to the front desk. She was a fledgling leading another but had only left the nest herself hours ago. The sentiment only boldened as the clerk looked at them from beneath his glasses. A man on the older side with a wrinkled forehead, salt and pepper hair, and a thin mustache. The ends of his lips were sourly pulled down as he opened the massive ledger beside him.
“Checking out these books, please.” She gestured for Kygo to set them down on the surface. Library cards were unnecessary by virtue of their job. This rule still proved true as the clerk glanced at them both with disinterest, then to the stack of books. His dried, calloused fingers flipped the pages of the massive ledger and descended a list of names.
“You’ve already three long overdue for almost more than half a year now.” The clerk’s hawkish eyes stabbed at Quill, who could not have been more oblivious to what he was saying. She stared without so much as a blink, eyes far away as she tried remembering which books he was speaking of. Even when he dropped the titles after her long vacant silence, there wasn’t even a prick of recognition.
“These are not for me. They are for him. It is his first time checking out books.” Quill pointed at Kygo, not seeing the relevance of her overdue books. A vein bulged on the clerk’s temple, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as they narrowed into sharp slits. Quill’s hand came down. Did she say something wrong?
He hissed out a relenting sigh, deciding it wasn’t worth the stress and wrote the names of the books into the ledger under Kygo.
“You have twenty-one days to return these. After the twenty-one days, if they are not returned, you will be fined for each day afterwards until returned. If you need an extension, return before the due date to let us know, and we will make a note of it. You are charged with the maintenance and care of these books, should they be tampered with, damaged, or—” A glare pointed at Quill, who was watching a mote of dust flutter next to her head, “—lost, then you will pay for the costs dependent on which book.”
The clerk neatly stacks the book and slides them over to Kygo before tapping his finger on the surface directly inline with Quill. She snapped her head towards him, ears twitching. His head lowered as did his voice, an uncertain distinction between intimidation or attempting to keep his words private.
“I know about your accident, which is why I’m not fining you, but I’ve had patrons waiting for those books to be returned and I keep waving your fee. So now that you are back, please return them if you have them.” There was a tiredness to his frown, like an old, wiry tree ready to topple over from strong gusts of wind. Quill didn’t often feel like a child, but it very much felt like she was being scolded as one.
“I will look for them.” She received a paper with the titles of the overdue books and tucked it into her pocket. Quill holds two from the stack of four to lessen the weight, ignoring the clerk’s irate eyebrow twitch. Holding the tomes away from her still wet clothes she says, “I know a good spot to read these.”
With decisive direction, they leave the library and return to the verdant gardens, surpassing it to delve deeper past the perimeter of what belonged to the Lasalle. They ducked beneath vines and low-hanging branches, squeezed through shrubs, crossed streams of water. Eventually, she stopped. The sunbaked air warmed her skin as she sat at the base of a trunk, then held the books she carried out to Kygo.
“I see them here often, the snakes. Sunlight falls best here, especially at this hour.” She glanced past his shoulder and up onto a curved branch, a thick vine loosely clung around it. Except it was no vine at all, but a serpent lounging directly underneath the sun’s light. “Sometimes when I come here to read, it feels like they are keeping me company.” A mild smile blossomed on her face.
“I…” Her response to his inexperience trickled and faded as she realized the seven-month gap between then and now. A blank sheet flattened against her mind, an emptiness in her eyes that betrayed she felt as unversed as Kygo in that second. “…Should know.” Should. The word was a welt flicked until bruised anew.
A thin slip of insecurity now followed as she guided Kygo to the front desk. She was a fledgling leading another but had only left the nest herself hours ago. The sentiment only boldened as the clerk looked at them from beneath his glasses. A man on the older side with a wrinkled forehead, salt and pepper hair, and a thin mustache. The ends of his lips were sourly pulled down as he opened the massive ledger beside him.
“Checking out these books, please.” She gestured for Kygo to set them down on the surface. Library cards were unnecessary by virtue of their job. This rule still proved true as the clerk glanced at them both with disinterest, then to the stack of books. His dried, calloused fingers flipped the pages of the massive ledger and descended a list of names.
“You’ve already three long overdue for almost more than half a year now.” The clerk’s hawkish eyes stabbed at Quill, who could not have been more oblivious to what he was saying. She stared without so much as a blink, eyes far away as she tried remembering which books he was speaking of. Even when he dropped the titles after her long vacant silence, there wasn’t even a prick of recognition.
“These are not for me. They are for him. It is his first time checking out books.” Quill pointed at Kygo, not seeing the relevance of her overdue books. A vein bulged on the clerk’s temple, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as they narrowed into sharp slits. Quill’s hand came down. Did she say something wrong?
He hissed out a relenting sigh, deciding it wasn’t worth the stress and wrote the names of the books into the ledger under Kygo.
“You have twenty-one days to return these. After the twenty-one days, if they are not returned, you will be fined for each day afterwards until returned. If you need an extension, return before the due date to let us know, and we will make a note of it. You are charged with the maintenance and care of these books, should they be tampered with, damaged, or—” A glare pointed at Quill, who was watching a mote of dust flutter next to her head, “—lost, then you will pay for the costs dependent on which book.”
The clerk neatly stacks the book and slides them over to Kygo before tapping his finger on the surface directly inline with Quill. She snapped her head towards him, ears twitching. His head lowered as did his voice, an uncertain distinction between intimidation or attempting to keep his words private.
“I know about your accident, which is why I’m not fining you, but I’ve had patrons waiting for those books to be returned and I keep waving your fee. So now that you are back, please return them if you have them.” There was a tiredness to his frown, like an old, wiry tree ready to topple over from strong gusts of wind. Quill didn’t often feel like a child, but it very much felt like she was being scolded as one.
“I will look for them.” She received a paper with the titles of the overdue books and tucked it into her pocket. Quill holds two from the stack of four to lessen the weight, ignoring the clerk’s irate eyebrow twitch. Holding the tomes away from her still wet clothes she says, “I know a good spot to read these.”
With decisive direction, they leave the library and return to the verdant gardens, surpassing it to delve deeper past the perimeter of what belonged to the Lasalle. They ducked beneath vines and low-hanging branches, squeezed through shrubs, crossed streams of water. Eventually, she stopped. The sunbaked air warmed her skin as she sat at the base of a trunk, then held the books she carried out to Kygo.
“I see them here often, the snakes. Sunlight falls best here, especially at this hour.” She glanced past his shoulder and up onto a curved branch, a thick vine loosely clung around it. Except it was no vine at all, but a serpent lounging directly underneath the sun’s light. “Sometimes when I come here to read, it feels like they are keeping me company.” A mild smile blossomed on her face.
CrimsonInk
Nyx
DeathUnchained
Lurker in the Dark
Jason Elvesh
Location: Outside Head LibraryMentions: Quill, Saphielle
Interactions: Zenith
Jason sat and looked towards the small changeling. He took in her answers and thought on them. Her movements, actions and the way she talked. He could tell she was guarded and wary. He couldn't quite place why. As he grew up with loving parents and a good and stable home, he had a hard time imagining things from a more negative perspective. However, he understood that his life most likely was an exception to most within the Seal. Thoughts ran through his mind of the things she may have faced, but of course he just smiled and kept a warm look on his face.
Hearing her question he just smiled a bit more "I admit that he isn't your.....average pet. He's big, strong and people have used elephant's as warm beasts for a long time....." His visor covered eyes looked to the great pachyderm, who was happily nuzzling against his owner. Content and happily flapping his ears. His trunk wrapped around his owner's arm "....but he was a gift from my parents. Subjecting him to battle is just......cruel. He's a lover. Not a fighter." He reached across his chest with his other hand, gently stroking Mumbasa's head. The elephant happily making noises of happiness and contentment.
Once Zennith asked her question Jason seemed to get a bit serious. He still had a smile even as he turned and looked at the main road. People of all shapes and sizes. His mind wandered to his friend, Saphielle and Quill, his one love. A warm smile on his lips "Did you know that giants only make up about.....10% of the population? Strong and powerful beings that, despite all their physical presence, are rare. Half giants even more so. The weak don't survive, yet I was blessed to be a member of one of the strongest races around."
The mood seemed almost somber, but there was a deep sense of calm as he looked out amongst the crowd of people enjoying the warm, sunny day "So many people are weaker than others. More are weaker than me. I was blessed with physical ability and an aptitude for a magic that makes me stronger than most of my kind. There had to be a reason, right?"
He turns his head, showing he was glancing at her, still smiling "There is a reason I specialize in guardian missions. Some people deserve to be protected. That is why I take such pride in the body I have made and the strength I carry. My motivations are simple. To protect those who can't protect them selves. As you are aware, killing is not all we do."
CloudySkyLoftyMoon
『Teamate』
Îstoire – The Glutton
It didn’t take a genius to deduce Aricia’s wealth and affluence; perchance, one might initially be thrown off by her fervor and her abundant lack of the demure-ness commonly associated with noble women. Nobility wasn’t the only source of wealth; Aricia could very well have been a merchant’s daughter; but…that wasn’t the impression Îstoire got from her.
The was a certain world-weary cunning that every good merchant possessed; a wit and ken about the hearts of people, the needs of the masses, and societal trends that all lent to the types of profitable deals one would need to make to afford redesigning the entire Grand Library. Of course, that assumed Aricia was truly as wealthy as implied and spoke in more than jest. Îstoire believed the truth was blue-blooded.
After all, which merchant’s daughter would so freely purchase corsets without an iota of their maker’s name or face?
Frankly, it was all the better that Aricia’s pockets were deep and the strings on her purse loose. He’d been looking about a patron. Someone to fund the increasing costs of flasks, reagents, and magical paraphernalia. A wealthy noble daughter who spent freely? That was a dictionary-approved synonym for a patron.
But those were matters for another time, it wouldn’t do to spoil a day on the town with talks of business.
Îstoire looked up to find himself in-front of a stall.
”How curious. Why shape them like fish, is there a reason?”
Seafood was a familiar comfort for the Merfolk, but Îstoire was neither picky nor a traditionalist. This fried faux-pastry would be an interesting new experience and with Scarlett’s recommendation the quality was all but assured.
A good mood might even lubricate any future negations.
”What did you say was inside these again? And which flavors would you recommend?”
Sir Mayday
Native Son
WillOWispJJ
Brain goes brrr most of the time
DeathUnchained
Lurker in the Dark
Jason Elvesh
Location: Outside Head LibraryMentions:
Interactions: Zenith
Jason took a moment to really listen and taken what she was trying to say. To be honest, he couldn't really see her point of view. It sounded so..... Dark. Of course he wouldn't be able to understand it. While Jason didn't fully understand the implications of his own upbringing, he wasn't exposed to as much darkness so early on as the rest of his fellow agents. He grew up looking for the positive things, raised by a mother who taught him that there was always a greater purpose. A father who taught him to work hard. His upbringing was quite different than most in the Seal. However, hearing her words made him feel pity and sadness. What had happened to her. What had caused her to be so dark.
For the first time his smile faded. Despite the visor covering his eyes, it still looked as though he was sad "My dear girl....what happened to you?"
Jason sat still, his eyes locked to her behind the cold, black steel of the visor "I choose who to protect based on my own observations. Morals and knowledge instilled into me by my parents." He stood up, Mumbasa lazily following his lead as Jason spoke in a soft and yet clearly concerned voice "It is not my place to put others in theirs. It not the fate of everyone to stay as they have always been. It is fundamental nature that all things change, evolve and grow."
A softer version of his smile returned to his face "Being weak is not shameful. Choosing to stay weak is, so I don't shame those who wish to come out ahead. That's what we all try to do, is it not?"
Jason gently strokes his elephants back "Sorry, but I have to go feed him now. Just....think about that a bit." He then turned and smiled at her as he waved. Walking off with his big beast in tow. The people smiling and waving at them as they walked by.
roxybirdie
𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐢 😸
WillOWispJJ
Brain goes brrr most of the time
Wyll
Senior Member
CHAPTER 2 - Roll Out
Location: Head Library >>> Tainam
Interactions/Mentions: Anything and everything within the RP that has a pulse
Location: Head Library >>> Tainam
Interactions/Mentions: Anything and everything within the RP that has a pulse
Two weeks after the events of Chapter 1.If a regular person walked into the library, they would testify that the library seemed abuzz with electric life; an atmosphere that made it feel as if the air itself was charged with something raw and wild. Indeed, they'd be able to sense this. But not one of them would be able to tell you why.
Whether it was nervous energy, poorly-contained excitement, or even freshly brewed conflict,, they couldn't tell you. All they would be able to note was that the air seemed pregnant with anticipation of something. Despite this, however, the day remained for them as normal as any day that had come before it.
After all, the library stood as it always had. There was nothing noteworthy about the way the light bounced off the walls and the air was just as still as it had been on any other day. All the librarians walked and worked with the same purpose they always had, addressing matters quickly and efficiently. The only thing that would peak the attention of the patrons would be the uncharacteristically long list of recommendations.
Some mused that the library had gotten a new shipment of books. Others suggested that the library was trying a new system. Whatever the case may be, most received the recommendations well. As for the books themselves, most of them were not even in the same genre and being about to tie a thread that connected all of them together seemed like an impossibility. However, all that ment for the common folk was that they had a variety of books to choose from. No matter your interest, surely one of these books would interest you. In fact, perhaps that was why the library listed so many.
Such excitement was not shared by the whisper-walking, shadow-speaking members of The Seal, though. For the Agents, a nervous tremor ran down their spine because they all knew exactly what they were looking at. After the lull of the last two weeks, with missions being few and far between, this felt like a splash of ice water to one who was still asleep.
A Roll Out. It was something that was only ever spoken of in tall tales and jokes: a situation where every single Agent of The Seal is assigned to a mission. Even Guille and Seer's books were on the list of recommendations. Ordinarily, neither of their books ever made an appearance. When one of their books made it on the list, it was the gossip of The Seal for the next month. Perhaps two. Having both on the list at the same time was...unheard of.
Without forming an obvious queue, team after team of Agents went into Bookie's office to receive the mission details and get briefed on the situation. Apparently, Seer and Guille had already left for their mission and, because pretty much every other Agent would be on mission, requesting help might not be a very reliable option.
As was typical, Lorekeepers were left in charge of the missions, and so each Team Leader got an additional talking to about the importance of accountability, communication and trust.
When they were through with Bookie, they went to Keep to collect their Contact Runes and then were sent on their way. For those staying within Emem, horses were provided, while small ships were provided for all those sailing into The Empire.
A while after the Agents had all left, Eltan returned to the library and Keep git him busy - first, returning the books he had borrowed to their place on the shelves, and then with tidying the shelves in general. With no Agents to look after, however, Bookie was free to spend the time getting the books organized with Eltan.
Standing behind Eltan, Bookie sighed as he observed the wear on some of the books Eltan was returning. If the boy liked a book, he would show it no mercy. Bookie knew this. However, some of the books looked rough even for Eltan, rough enough to warrant a conversation about taking care of the books. Not now, though. Right now, he simply wanted to enjoy the rare moment of having time to spend with his son. Such opportunities were too rare too be wasted talking about the upkeep of books.
Wyll
Senior Member
The Fire
Navon
Hara
Hara
Navon's eyes seemed permanently closed throughout the journey to Lord Salnet's city. Distraction was not a luxury that he - or any of them - could afford. And, though he preached logic and rationality and tried to live by that Bookie's explanation of Lord Salnet's crimes hit a rarely-tapped nerve in Navon. There were many sins Navon could find within himself to forgive. However, crimes against one's own people were the gravest in his sight. A righteous anger boiled within him. One that he kept from showing on his features, yet roared like an ancient furnace in his heart.
As the ship approached the port, almost as a distraction, he chose instead to focus on his companions. He had read Scarlett's mission reports and knew she was capable of holding her own - especially if the Pillars trusted her enough to send her out on solo missions. As for Fennec, the two had had a fair number of sparring matches and even missions together. Though he was more reckless of late, he was still sure to be a valuable addition to the team. Then there was Kiva.
His eyes slowly opened to fix her with a quiet, watchful, firm gaze. His eyes held no intention, yet it seemed as though he stared straight through her and he was not ashamed for her to notice. After a moment of taking every bit of her into consideration, he closed his eyes just as casually as he had opened them, continuing in his mediation.
He didn't have much information on Kiva, which meant that he would need to pay the most attention to her and gain what information he could during the mission. A less than ideal situation, to be sure, but still entirely possible, albeit slightly inconvenient. As for the other two, he replayed everything he had seen or known of both Scarlett and Fennec. Scarlett's fluidity and Fennec's unpredictability; her diligence and his cunning. The two simultaneously amplified each other's strengths and balanced them out. However, they did seem rather...energetic. Not a trait to be faulted for, but he would watch to make sure neither of them drew unneeded attention to their group.
There was a rocking motion and a muted thud, indicating that the ship had met port. Navon released a slow, pensive breath as he quieted his thoughts. Beyond the mission, his objectives were as follows: watch and protect Kiva; run damage control for Scarlett and Fennec; see what the others do not. All other thoughts faded to nothingness, at least until the mission was successfully concluded.
He stood slowly and allowed a small stretch before getting off the boat along with the rest of his companions. Upon his first quick look around, he could almost be fooled to believe that he was in Cathior again. The people wore the same mask of brokenness that was painfully common on Cathioran streets. Their eyes were sunken and lifeless, their skin was blemished by life itself and, if hopelessness had a smell, then it was surely whatever stench sat heavy in the air. In Kidem, a ship couldn't make landfall without those on board being swarmed by merchants and traders of all kinds. The arrival of a new ship was always an occasion. Here, however, the only eyes they meet seemed to warn them to get back on the ship and leave, to return to wherever they had come from.
A terrible anger raged inside of him on behalf of both Cathior and those under Lord Salnet. The eyes of the people here told him that they knew what Salnet was doing. They knew of his crimes yet felt powerless to stop them. Without making direct eye contact with anyone in particular, he silently promised to return their families back to them and ensure that Salnet meets justice.
When he turned again to his companions, his expression could only be described as indifferent, as though entirely unmoved by the desolation surrounding them. His eyes first find Scarlett, foxing her with a sharp gaze that held a hundred unspoken words. Though, one couldn't tell what those words were. In his mind, she should be the leader of this mission. Having the experience of Assassin, Spy and Lorekeeper makes her, in his mind, the most acceptable choice.
Without ceremony, he moves his piercing, amber gaze to Kiva. He nods his head towards her, hands folded in front of him. After all, if they were going to truly help these people, they couldn't afford to waste time with action-less sympathy as he suspected the others might be tempted to do. "This is your Book. How should we write it?" He fell so naturally, even seamlessly, into the use of coded speech that words formed themselves. As for the question, experience had given him at least four answers immediately they got off the ship. In fact, with most other people, he would have offered suggestions rather than leaving it open-ended. But if this Kiva was do be an Agent of The Seal, the first thing she'd need to learn is how to analyze a situation and come up with a plan. He knew without question that both Scarlett and Fennec could do so easily. He needed to make sure Kiva could as well. And here, when they were not actively under attack seemed like the safety time for it.
Mentions: Scarlett (
CrimsonInk
), Roan (
roxybirdie
), Kiva (
LumaThePhoenix
)
CrimsonInk
), Roan (
roxybirdie
), Kiva (
LumaThePhoenix
)
DeathUnchained
Lurker in the Dark
Jason Elvesh
Location: Caravan Outside Al-LotoyMentions: Quill (
Klown
)Interactions: Saphielle (
Talathel
), Aricia (
lyn.
), Istoire (
CloudySkyLoftyMoon
), Igdunn (
YellowBeanBeing
)The sudden influx of jobs seemed a bit out of the blue. Of course he wasn't objecting to work, but after a couple weeks of not having a job, it seemed like there was a sudden wave of need for agents. Despite this he found himself quite excited. It had been a while since he had gotten to work, so this was something extraordinarily fun.
He sat in the large cart in the Caravan. Surrounded by the massive sacks of flour. A smile formed on his lips as he thinks upon the plan for this mission. Adjusting the straps on his gauntlets, he was genuinely excited about this plan. Istoire had made up quite the scheme. Simple tactics that used the skills of the others on the team quite well.
The sound of the cart moving over the bumpy path was the only thing he could hear. Solely focused on the task of preparing himself for the job ahead. This was different from his usual missions. Of course he understood that he wasn't always going to be on a bodyguard mission, but this was something different. He had to manage getting around without killing people, despite everyone in this place making an attempt on his life. However, this was just the kind of challenge he liked.
His visor covered eyes moved over to his sword. Gungnier was crafted specifically for him. A smile formed on his face. The sword his father made for him, one that had been made for him and him alone. A massive weapon that most giants would have had trouble wielding. It was a wonderful weapon and one close to his heart.
After a long while of thought Jason rose up and took a deep breath. Taking his heavy steps over to his sword, lifing it with ease and sliding in onto his back. His foot steps shaking the cart as it came to a stop outside the city of Al-Lotoy
Taking the time to strap his sword on his back. He felt safe with it on, maybe it was the durability enhancing properties. Maybe it was the fact that it was a piece of home. Maybe both, but it felt nice to him.
Finally he emerged from the back of the carriage. Watching such a large individual get out of a carriage that could barely contain him was quite a sight. The weight of his body made quite clear as his feet landed on the ground. It must have been quite an imposing sight to see. Seeing such a large individual with such an imposing figure and sword.
The air was clear, windy and warm. The half giant walked towards the other agents at the front of the Caravan. He looked over to the carriages, each one filled with flour. A smirk forming on his face.
Once he reached the group, hearing them go over the plans, he sat down to equalize the height a little bit. Not being much for tactical issues, he simply listened as they laid out the plan and went over details. Knowing that they would ask if they wanted his opinion, his attention was shifted over to Eona. He smiled a bit and pet the wolf, much to the dismay of Mumbasa, who he had recruited to pull a few of the carts. The elephant trumpeted at his half giant owner. Jason rolled his eyes and reached over, rubbing the pets trunk.
"Don't be jealous buddy. I don't see Eona as much as I see you."
Jason chuckled as now he was stuck between petting both of the animal companions. He turned and looked to the group, listening as Istoire as he laid out the plan. To be honest he didn't know what to think about this group. Of course he knew them and has had conversation with them, but the only one he really knew was Saph. Of course, even on a mission, he was worried. The memories still fresh of not being there for Quill. The pain that it caused him was unbearable. The entire reason for his being the way he is, was to protect those that he wanted to protect. To protect those who were close to him. Yet the most important person in his life was someone he couldn't protect. Someone he didn't protect. It was like a knife to the heart. The thought of that happening to someone else close to him shattered his soul.
Jason glanced over to Saph, the same jovial smile he always had on his face, but hiding a true sense of worry "Seems like this will be a wild one. Extremely dangerous. Are you.... confident?" At this point he assumed she knew him well enough to understand that this was his way of expressing concern. He hoped she knew that he was hell-bent on protecting those he cared about and he looked at her like a dear friend. The half giant showing genuine concern for the safety of someone he considered so close to him.
Jason continued to smile as he spoke to the group "Hopefully I can get to each of you if you need me." He chuckled a bit, but for those who noticed things, it was clear he had some serious worry, his confidence cracked by events of the past.
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