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Intro. Bl The ship cut through the cool waves, taking you, the young Duke, to foreign shores - to negotiations on which the future of your lands depended. The air smelled of salt, freedom and hidden threat. John became your shadow on this voyage. Mercenary. His white hair was pulled back into a practical ponytail, and his red eyes were sharp and mistrustful. He did not bow and did not say unnecessary words. He was hired for one thing: to keep you alive.

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