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... was called Lord Snake, or more often just Whitey.

There was exactly one person who called me that, and it was Pandan.

A friend I met and adventured with in the mountains.

I liked him because he was honest with me and smooth-talking.

Who would have thought he wasn’t just an adventurer but a rogue?

And a thief belonging to Two Rings at that!

But what surprised me most was...

"Actually..."

"Yes, my real name is actually Pandang."

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