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Re: The Cleansing
Ignoring the sight of most of th creatures with little interest, spotting various bits of trade equitment dotted around the strange city either stolen or made. Being lead to a house by one of the hunchbacks to be greeted by the sight of an aged man, if it was a man, but aged to point of resembling a corpse. Volthar narrowing his eyes to thin slits looking him up and down carefully, seeing the bronze blade held in his hands worn over time but remarkble undamanged for such a soft metal, Volthars expression turning abck to somthing of a more placid look unierested look seconds later.
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