you can feel the shake of the ground as the erdeslang approaches, its slows, its shadow is red from the smog against the lantern lights of the street, its rider gets off, the red swirling around him as he comes into view, the metal of his armor clanks softly with every step he takes Salutation, friend. I am to oversee your buisness this moon. The kingdom does not trust new guards to hold their own.
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