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Already at a hightened sense of uneasiness in the company of such diverse individuals Volksen takes care with every bite he eats and sip he takes.
At the flicker of the candles he quickly slams down his mug and places his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"When are all these ceremonies and charades going to stop and the adventure to begin?"
Volksen cautiously awaits the arrival from the outside hall.
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"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself." -- Tolstoy
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