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Waking up from his light sleep, Dreggan downed one of his own healing potions, to cure what the previous one and sleep could not.
He had lied to his friends. His battle with the assassins had not been easy in the least. These new recruits seemed even more fierce than any trainee he had ever seen, almost as strong as their leader. How long would it be until he would face such a threat again?
Turning his head towards the sleeping couple, the thief couldn't help but shake his head slowly, speaking under his breath...
"Ah yes, a match has been made. A match that will shift the focus of every battle we'll get into from now on. Lovely..."
Lying back down, Dreggan mentally repeated his training moves to himself, as he once again dozed off.
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A plan is just a list of things that don't happen.
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