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Dreggan, through tremendous force of will, managed to tear himself away from the wealth before him. He had robbed his share of royal fops before, but something told him that any possible reward would far outweigh the loot he could pull off. Also, he needed the exercise.
Sitting aloof at the banquet table, Dreggan discreetly bagged the pouches he'd collected from the foolish guards. He now had quite a sum on him, more than enough for his needs for some time. Awaiting the king's announcement, he partook of more wine and food.
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