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... feel the proverbial hackles rise as my claymore descended through the air into a readied stance. There were painfully few reasons for this woman to visit her presence upon my door under nights cloak, and none of which I particularly liked.
Fate proved me wrong. The blackguard swung her horse alongside me, sneering down at my raised guard. It was then that I glimpsed the figure slouched behind her, arms wrapped around the dreadknights dark armor. Silver hair, green skin and the smell of ...
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