Bucket. Knife. Book. Inkpot. Stone. Against all the better judgement, further along the rat's path one found some troubled souls skulking in the deep darkness. Before the chef's cleaver chased the cat out of the house, Ra'Keesh spoke with a former Imperial soldier by the name of Salvianus. Usually this one does not abide the company of any deserter, but there was no denying the trouble in the man's heart (not to mention the clear trouble in his head). He clearly was celebrated and held rank, yet it seems that there may be a thin hair between following in the glory and ending in obscurity.
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Ra'Keesh
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