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( Behold the beautiful view of one [1] Lan Wangji, blood-drenched in one of the dusty, downtrodden streets of Hatthevar, while rains weep down — clear, for a change. In the hand that isn't holding his pendant, his sword's drawn, bloodied. )

Slave masters know little of the man Matthias. ( A pause, then almost sheepish: ) When they yet speak. Their victims recall with difficulty. Shall search the waters for signs of his whereabouts.

( Small chance of it, but carrying on ) Beware wish makers. They tempt with that which is not theirs to give.

Comments

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I'm not so sure about the latter, Senior.

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Do not contradict seniors.

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How old are you, Senior?

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...shameless.

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I ask out of genuine curiosity! Are you like a shy maiden, unwilling to speak her age?

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Much older than you.

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Then, my respects to you, Senior.

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Were they absent before?