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Sparring partners wanted. Your choice of melee weapon. Meet by the forest, anytime this afternoon.

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[ Cullen waits by the forest, near where the lizard's watery tail disappears between the trees. Half an armory is propped against a fallen trunk, lest any potential sparring partners did not think to bring their own. He trains alone as he waits, sword in hand, practicing stances. Very rarely he remembers to glance at his communication device, to see if any messages require a response. ]

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[noble_son]

[A small nod. He shifts his weapons from one hand to the other.]

Years. I spent the whole of the Blight there, barely aware of what was happening.

[He doesn't sound proud of that.]

Had I not heard about my father... I might not have returned at all.