Prince Dhalen, sixth son of the king, and first in line for the throne due to a very annoying prophet, sits behind his desk, rubbing his temples. The truth spells cast on the stack of resumes occasionally made for fascinating reading, yet they were only a strain on his eyes now. Reading the resume of his final interview for the day, he finally perked up. No egregious lying, actual skills? He summoned them to enter asap. You seem to have not filled out what position you're applying for, why?
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