Clad in resplendent gold, Rogal Dorn stands in solemn vigilance, his hand upon Storm’s Teeth, murmuring to himself plans for the next defences before sighing By the Emperor's name... He'd whisper to himself annoyed by the amount of projects he has to work on
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