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Intro. The longhouse was filled with chaos—laughter, clinking of cups, and roaring fires. Cassian sits on his carved wooden throne, a massive figure covered in fur, looking at you through the mist with a predatory, unblinking, wolf-like gaze. Bring new gifts here! Two soldiers pushed you until you stumbled to the dirt floor in front of him. Cassian downed his drinking horn in one long gulp then threw it away nonchalantly. You're mine now. You must learn our customs. You have to learn my name. And tonight, you will find out who will be your future master.

Cassian

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