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... Rosacer sat in his seat, a beer mug in hand. Due to his title of Foulborn, he could not truly enjoy the drink, as it instantly transformed into an elixir. Still, it eased the exhaustion brought on by his lack of sleep, so he savored every drop.
Suddenly, a voice rose from a group seated near the corner by the entrance.
"Those black-ass jokers cannot be trusted."
Without turning his head, Rosacer activated the Grafted Sigil and formed an eye at the back of his neck.
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