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... , measuring his worth with the gaze of a man who had seen countless battlefields.
The elven hero did not respond immediately. Instead, he took in the sights of Aradorn's royal port—the disciplined soldiers, the glinting airships, and the banners rippling in the salty breeze. Only then did he speak.
"You wear your title well, Grand Marshal."
"I trust that all the items your king promised to exchange for the training of these summoned heroes are being arranged as promised?" ...
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