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Assasin of Heaven
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A tall man with short cropped red hair walked into the bar. He wore odd baggy clothing in reds and browns. He carried an incredibly battered walking stick which was curved slightly at either end.
He went over and sat down at the bar. "I'll take a tall glass of whatever comes cheapest next to water." He said to the bartender.
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The crusaders of this age hide from the light, preferring instead the stealthy guile of night :bmage: |
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