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"Thank you for the compliment Dimitri." The nineteen year old Dark Lord said as he stared at his reflection, "Ah, this is a face I had almost forgotten about, one I had missed," he floated over a sack of drakes (the gold coins, atleast I think that's what they're called.), "Now, how are the preparations going?"
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"What is dead May never die, but rises again, harder and stronger"-Ironborn Rite
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