I don't know if you're done with your CS thus far Nallore, but whenever you and Andro are feeling ready, you can make your first post.
If you still have any remaining questions, don't be afraid to ask ;)
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"Certainly." The broker replied, now with a broader smile as he stood up from his chair, leaving his half empty whisky glass on the table.
"If this friend of yours exist in the registry, I'm sure we'll find him. Give us some time, and we'll be right back."
The man explained as he grabbed the heavy ledger, and carried out through the side door of the office; walking out into what seemed like a larger workspace with multiple assistants and writers before he closed the door behind him, leaving Liaena alone in the office.
Minutes passed, with only the occasional mumbling heard through the wooden doors. After about seventeen minutes, the handle of the door suddenly moved, and the door swung open to reveal the broker as he returned to his office, carrying his heavy ledger under his arm the same way as a construction worker would carry a heavy frame. Lifting it up, he dropped it on the end of the table, the sheer weight of the wood causing all the table's content to shake and jitter around on its wooden surface.
"I'm afraid that there is no one by the name 'Sherraine Silverlion' living here in the Cathedral District, or anywhere else in Stormwind for that matter. Nor does there exist anyone with the name 'Silverlion' who lives within the city. I did find one male High Elf by the name Sherraine Falenthir, who lives down in the trade district and owns a Wine & Cheese Shop in 12th Doubloon Street."
The broker said as he placed his fists on the table and leaned over it towards Liaena, taking a moment to observe her reaction.
But after a small while, his face suddenly broke up in a smile.
"But, I cross reference it within the business legders, and we found one a man named named Jamie Lasher who works at the Southsea Metal Imports, and the name 'Darathriel Silverlion' came up among the names of his associates." The broker said, before falling back into his chair.
"He lives over at the 32rd Eternal Sun Street. Perhaps he might be able to help you out further. I am afraid this is where the use of my records end and the need for wit of tongue arises."
The broker explained as he found his whisky glass, and took another sip of it before motioning towards Liaena.
"Now, I am sure that my services were to your satisfaction, my dear lady?"
"Excellent. Now, follow me please." The servant replied shortly as he motioned for Ragnar and Kathlin to follow him as he turned and walked out through the main hall and up through a long corridor with multiple doorways leading off to the sides:
Taking them a couple of levels further up in the mansion, they eventually came to a large greenhouse at the top of one of the mansion's spires, with a large glass globe above them consisting of many smaller glass panels bound together by an intricate bronze framework. There were a multitude of different plants, fauna and vegetation lining the many walkways through the indoor garden, from every corner of the planet. Taking them through the small jungle, the servant finally arrived at the end of the platform where a lone person was standing next to the glass panels; staring out across the gray sky outside.
She was rather thin, but also quite tall; wearing an simple silk robe of a darker color, her gray hair neatly tied into a bun at the back of her head. The elderly woman reacted as they approached with the servant, turning around to look at them with her grey eyes, but said nothing.
"My ladyship, these are the representatives from the Red Vanguard."
"Yes, I know who they are. You already told me. I am old but not senile." She replied sharply. The servant bowed, before he turned and walked away, leaving Kathlin and Ragnar alone with the elderly lady. As he disappeared past the nearest brush, her eyes returned to the former two.
"I am Rosamery Barthelhowe, widow of the now departed Alfidious Barthelhowe, whose soul now walks the halls of light." She said as she introduced herself, keeping a rather strict and motionless expression all the way through.
Sherpa let out a small chuckle at Rithrynn's proposal, looking down towards the floor.
"In another world, in a better time; maybe we could have." He smiled, shaking his head as he looked up at the Night Elf leaning towards him.
"But I am afraid I have too many obligations binding me to this place, tasks that require my constant attention."
The High Elf explained, picking up a slice of bread with ham that he took a bite off. Chewing on it thoughtfully, he placed the slice back on the table before he returned his attention to Rithrynn.
"It might be a while until we can meet again like this. What will you be doing in the following days?" He asked as he stared back at Rithrynn with a curious expression.
"If this friend of yours exist in the registry, I'm sure we'll find him. Give us some time, and we'll be right back."
The man explained as he grabbed the heavy ledger, and carried out through the side door of the office; walking out into what seemed like a larger workspace with multiple assistants and writers before he closed the door behind him, leaving Liaena alone in the office.
Minutes passed, with only the occasional mumbling heard through the wooden doors. After about seventeen minutes, the handle of the door suddenly moved, and the door swung open to reveal the broker as he returned to his office, carrying his heavy ledger under his arm the same way as a construction worker would carry a heavy frame. Lifting it up, he dropped it on the end of the table, the sheer weight of the wood causing all the table's content to shake and jitter around on its wooden surface.
"I'm afraid that there is no one by the name 'Sherraine Silverlion' living here in the Cathedral District, or anywhere else in Stormwind for that matter. Nor does there exist anyone with the name 'Silverlion' who lives within the city. I did find one male High Elf by the name Sherraine Falenthir, who lives down in the trade district and owns a Wine & Cheese Shop in 12th Doubloon Street."
The broker said as he placed his fists on the table and leaned over it towards Liaena, taking a moment to observe her reaction.
But after a small while, his face suddenly broke up in a smile.
"But, I cross reference it within the business legders, and we found one a man named named Jamie Lasher who works at the Southsea Metal Imports, and the name 'Darathriel Silverlion' came up among the names of his associates." The broker said, before falling back into his chair.
"He lives over at the 32rd Eternal Sun Street. Perhaps he might be able to help you out further. I am afraid this is where the use of my records end and the need for wit of tongue arises."
The broker explained as he found his whisky glass, and took another sip of it before motioning towards Liaena.
"Now, I am sure that my services were to your satisfaction, my dear lady?"
"Excellent. Now, follow me please." The servant replied shortly as he motioned for Ragnar and Kathlin to follow him as he turned and walked out through the main hall and up through a long corridor with multiple doorways leading off to the sides:
Taking them a couple of levels further up in the mansion, they eventually came to a large greenhouse at the top of one of the mansion's spires, with a large glass globe above them consisting of many smaller glass panels bound together by an intricate bronze framework. There were a multitude of different plants, fauna and vegetation lining the many walkways through the indoor garden, from every corner of the planet. Taking them through the small jungle, the servant finally arrived at the end of the platform where a lone person was standing next to the glass panels; staring out across the gray sky outside.
She was rather thin, but also quite tall; wearing an simple silk robe of a darker color, her gray hair neatly tied into a bun at the back of her head. The elderly woman reacted as they approached with the servant, turning around to look at them with her grey eyes, but said nothing.
"My ladyship, these are the representatives from the Red Vanguard."
"Yes, I know who they are. You already told me. I am old but not senile." She replied sharply. The servant bowed, before he turned and walked away, leaving Kathlin and Ragnar alone with the elderly lady. As he disappeared past the nearest brush, her eyes returned to the former two.
"I am Rosamery Barthelhowe, widow of the now departed Alfidious Barthelhowe, whose soul now walks the halls of light." She said as she introduced herself, keeping a rather strict and motionless expression all the way through.
Sherpa let out a small chuckle at Rithrynn's proposal, looking down towards the floor.
"In another world, in a better time; maybe we could have." He smiled, shaking his head as he looked up at the Night Elf leaning towards him.
"But I am afraid I have too many obligations binding me to this place, tasks that require my constant attention."
The High Elf explained, picking up a slice of bread with ham that he took a bite off. Chewing on it thoughtfully, he placed the slice back on the table before he returned his attention to Rithrynn.
"It might be a while until we can meet again like this. What will you be doing in the following days?" He asked as he stared back at Rithrynn with a curious expression.
I recently just realized that I had forgotten to write a post for Kathlin's little investigation scene, but that's covered now ;)
Also, Nallore and Andro, I'll keep a tab open for our old chatroom in case you want to talk or have any questions. I should be there for the next couple of hours, provided I don't accidentally close it, or watch a too loud movie on Netflix :P
Also, Nallore and Andro, I'll keep a tab open for our old chatroom in case you want to talk or have any questions. I should be there for the next couple of hours, provided I don't accidentally close it, or watch a too loud movie on Netflix :P
The Household servant looked at Kathlin intently for a moment, as he seemed to be considering her words.
"If you would wait here for a brief moment, I will go talk to her." He replied sharply, taking one foot behind the other as he was about to turn, but suddenly paused and looked back at them.
"And if you would stand over there - yes, there. Don't go anywhere! Thank you."
He said as he herded Kathlin and the Vanguard member over towards one of the more empty corners, as far away as possible from the large bookshelves, paintings, vases and expensive curtains of the rooms as possible without throwing them out of the house itself. Halfway satisfied with having moved the duo as far away from any of the valuable furniture and house decorations, the servant quickly turned around and marched quickly out of the hall.
"You've got one helluva investigation ahead of ye, lass." The Vanguard member accompanying Kathlin commented dryly. He was a dwarf, with a deep brown beard and hair. What differentiated him from the other Vanguard members the most was his level of hygiene and tidiness, as opposed to many of the other dwarven members of the Vanguard, his beard was neatly treated, and with a distinctive lack of food crumbs or alcoholic residue. His steel armor trimmed with brass was polished to the point you could use them as a makeshift mirror, and he was wearing his finest blood red cloak with a gold buckle.
And on his back hung his double headed dwarven hammer, cleaned and polished to the point it looked more like a decoration than an actual weapon, but its old scars and scraps still remained from previous use.
It was quite clear that he was a mercenary used to be among the royalty and nobility, and was thus dressed for the occasion.
"Name's Ragnar," He said, slightly bending his head in the direction of Kathlin.
"I am the one responsible for the man's protection. A duty that I unfortunately failed in... "
The Dwarf's face took a more annoyed turn, as he looked over through the room to the body of the dead advisor.
"Guy's name was Alfidious Barthelhowe. Rich man... " Ragnar paused for a moment, peering over his shoulder to see if the servant was still visible, which he was not.
" ... but not very well liked. We liked to say as many people disliked him as he had coins, and that's not very far from an exaggeration in reality. Believe me when I say it, but you'll find no shortage of murder suspects as far as motives go... "
Ragnar finished, the dwarf's eyes still remaining on the corpse of his dead client. Hated or not, failure in protecting their VIP was still a failure, and the dwarf seemed none to happy about the result.
"If you would wait here for a brief moment, I will go talk to her." He replied sharply, taking one foot behind the other as he was about to turn, but suddenly paused and looked back at them.
"And if you would stand over there - yes, there. Don't go anywhere! Thank you."
He said as he herded Kathlin and the Vanguard member over towards one of the more empty corners, as far away as possible from the large bookshelves, paintings, vases and expensive curtains of the rooms as possible without throwing them out of the house itself. Halfway satisfied with having moved the duo as far away from any of the valuable furniture and house decorations, the servant quickly turned around and marched quickly out of the hall.
"You've got one helluva investigation ahead of ye, lass." The Vanguard member accompanying Kathlin commented dryly. He was a dwarf, with a deep brown beard and hair. What differentiated him from the other Vanguard members the most was his level of hygiene and tidiness, as opposed to many of the other dwarven members of the Vanguard, his beard was neatly treated, and with a distinctive lack of food crumbs or alcoholic residue. His steel armor trimmed with brass was polished to the point you could use them as a makeshift mirror, and he was wearing his finest blood red cloak with a gold buckle.
And on his back hung his double headed dwarven hammer, cleaned and polished to the point it looked more like a decoration than an actual weapon, but its old scars and scraps still remained from previous use.
It was quite clear that he was a mercenary used to be among the royalty and nobility, and was thus dressed for the occasion.
"Name's Ragnar," He said, slightly bending his head in the direction of Kathlin.
"I am the one responsible for the man's protection. A duty that I unfortunately failed in... "
The Dwarf's face took a more annoyed turn, as he looked over through the room to the body of the dead advisor.
"Guy's name was Alfidious Barthelhowe. Rich man... " Ragnar paused for a moment, peering over his shoulder to see if the servant was still visible, which he was not.
" ... but not very well liked. We liked to say as many people disliked him as he had coins, and that's not very far from an exaggeration in reality. Believe me when I say it, but you'll find no shortage of murder suspects as far as motives go... "
Ragnar finished, the dwarf's eyes still remaining on the corpse of his dead client. Hated or not, failure in protecting their VIP was still a failure, and the dwarf seemed none to happy about the result.
"I am not one to backhand my customers... " The real estate said with a contemplative voice, gazing down at a bunch of papers in front of him at his desk as he seemed to enter deep thought.
"But, I can help you."
The larger man sat down in his cushy leather chair, its support creaking as he leaned back. His eyes rolling to the side of his table where a richly decorated whiskey bottle stood, he reached over to it to fill the empty glass sitting in front of him.
"I'm a conscious man, and nothing relieves the conscience more than silver, my dear. A fistful of silver, or two dozen gold coins to remedy my conscience, and I could give you access to all the housing movements within the Cathedral district the last five years."
The man smiled, before he took a sip of the strong drink; it's powerful aroma already filling the room.
"Add another forty gold, and I could cross reference it with the royal persona registry, and give you overview of the houseowner's known associates, old and new, as well as companies and businesses."
The man took another sip of his whiskey, grimacing a little; before looking back at Liaena. The young girl was a delicate beauty in her new garments and unspoiled face, which brought his memories back to the regal beauties at the noble courts.
But even then, she was a little too young for him. But more importantly, his paranoid wife would kill him if she learnt that he had as much as touched a younger girl. He let out a sigh.
"I miss being unmarried, bah!"
"You are a real beauty, my lady. Did anyone ever tell you that?" The man commented as he smiled towards Liaena.
"But this is a business, and I'm too old. I can help you find that friend of yours, as long as the price is right. It's a generous sum, something a lady of your social stature is certainly able to pay."
As Sherpa was trying to get out of the sofa, he felt an ache in his body as if he had been caught dead in the middle of the road of a horde of rampaging kodos during their mating season.
But among the aching bones and muscles, he also felt a sharp sting. With a grunt of discomfort, he moved to the side, only to notice a couple of blood stains on the sheets that stemmed from a couple of slashes on his side from two arrows that had been lying neatly beneath him.
"I believe these are yours." Sharon commented dryly as he picked them up and showed them to Rithrynn, before lying them down on the living room table. Wearing only his black silk pantaloons, he reached for his white shirt to pull it over the numerous old scars that decorated the skin on his upper body. Pausing for a moment, Sherpa leaned his head from side to side to loosen up the joins, a slight cracking noise emanated from his body as he pulled his shoulder forward.
"This room used to be tidy... "
It was the thought that went through Sherpa's head as he looked out across the living room, which just earlier last night had been neat and clean, but now looked like a complete warzone.
His agents had told him that his brother Sharon was housing more than three dozen of Rithrynn's sisters over at his house. It made the High Elf only wonder how the mansion looked on the inside.
"Various... " Sherpa answered Rithrynn's question absently, before turning to gaze over at the semi naked Night Elf still dressing. It had always been a point of amusement for Sherpa how the Night Elves managed to retain their beauty despite spending most of their time in a forest, something that definitely put them apart from Orcs and Trolls.
"Alice!" Sherpa called out, and in less than a couple of seconds, the young servant girl had immediately appeared in the entrance to the room. Her quick appearance made the High Elf quickly turn around to look at her.
"Yes, Master Silverlion? Anything I can do?" She asked hastily, smiling innocently.
"Were you standing there for a long time?" Sherpa inquired as he threw a suspicious gaze towards Alice. The young servant girl froze, her words hanging in her mouth.
"Ehhh, I... "
"No matter. Is the breakfast ready?"
"Oh, yes, it is! Ralf and Jamie are already eating in the dining room. Do you want to join them?"
"Hm," Sherpa pondered on it for a moment, throwing a quick glance back at Rithrynn in the room. Having reached a decision, he turned back to Alice, the servant girl.
"Have the food brought here. Tell Jamie that I appreciate his hospitality, but I have some private matter to attend to."
"Right away, Master Silverlion!" Alice proclaimed loudly before disappearing out into the corridor as fast as she had appeared. It did not take long before she was already coming back, balancing a bunch of different silver plates. The meal itself consisted of everything from boiled eggs, fish, fruits and various slices of ham. Masterfully balancing the plates through the chaos that now had become the living room.
Having finished putting on his clothes from the night before, Sherpa had sat back down in the sofa; this time making sure that there were no more arrows or weapons of Rithrynn hidden among the pillows before sitting all the way down.
"Thank you, Alice." Sherpa nodded.
"Would you mind bringing me a cup of tea?"
"Of course! Give me some minutes!" Alice proclaimed, before shooting off again like a rocket out into the corridor, gracefully jumping over the mess on the floor to reach the corridor. Taking a berry from one of the silver plates, Sherpa turned to look up at Rithrynn and smiled.
"Care to have a seat?" He asked as he beckoned towards the table now filled to the brim with various plates full of food.
"But, I can help you."
The larger man sat down in his cushy leather chair, its support creaking as he leaned back. His eyes rolling to the side of his table where a richly decorated whiskey bottle stood, he reached over to it to fill the empty glass sitting in front of him.
"I'm a conscious man, and nothing relieves the conscience more than silver, my dear. A fistful of silver, or two dozen gold coins to remedy my conscience, and I could give you access to all the housing movements within the Cathedral district the last five years."
The man smiled, before he took a sip of the strong drink; it's powerful aroma already filling the room.
"Add another forty gold, and I could cross reference it with the royal persona registry, and give you overview of the houseowner's known associates, old and new, as well as companies and businesses."
The man took another sip of his whiskey, grimacing a little; before looking back at Liaena. The young girl was a delicate beauty in her new garments and unspoiled face, which brought his memories back to the regal beauties at the noble courts.
But even then, she was a little too young for him. But more importantly, his paranoid wife would kill him if she learnt that he had as much as touched a younger girl. He let out a sigh.
"I miss being unmarried, bah!"
"You are a real beauty, my lady. Did anyone ever tell you that?" The man commented as he smiled towards Liaena.
"But this is a business, and I'm too old. I can help you find that friend of yours, as long as the price is right. It's a generous sum, something a lady of your social stature is certainly able to pay."
As Sherpa was trying to get out of the sofa, he felt an ache in his body as if he had been caught dead in the middle of the road of a horde of rampaging kodos during their mating season.
But among the aching bones and muscles, he also felt a sharp sting. With a grunt of discomfort, he moved to the side, only to notice a couple of blood stains on the sheets that stemmed from a couple of slashes on his side from two arrows that had been lying neatly beneath him.
"I believe these are yours." Sharon commented dryly as he picked them up and showed them to Rithrynn, before lying them down on the living room table. Wearing only his black silk pantaloons, he reached for his white shirt to pull it over the numerous old scars that decorated the skin on his upper body. Pausing for a moment, Sherpa leaned his head from side to side to loosen up the joins, a slight cracking noise emanated from his body as he pulled his shoulder forward.
"This room used to be tidy... "
It was the thought that went through Sherpa's head as he looked out across the living room, which just earlier last night had been neat and clean, but now looked like a complete warzone.
His agents had told him that his brother Sharon was housing more than three dozen of Rithrynn's sisters over at his house. It made the High Elf only wonder how the mansion looked on the inside.
"Various... " Sherpa answered Rithrynn's question absently, before turning to gaze over at the semi naked Night Elf still dressing. It had always been a point of amusement for Sherpa how the Night Elves managed to retain their beauty despite spending most of their time in a forest, something that definitely put them apart from Orcs and Trolls.
"Alice!" Sherpa called out, and in less than a couple of seconds, the young servant girl had immediately appeared in the entrance to the room. Her quick appearance made the High Elf quickly turn around to look at her.
"Yes, Master Silverlion? Anything I can do?" She asked hastily, smiling innocently.
"Were you standing there for a long time?" Sherpa inquired as he threw a suspicious gaze towards Alice. The young servant girl froze, her words hanging in her mouth.
"Ehhh, I... "
"No matter. Is the breakfast ready?"
"Oh, yes, it is! Ralf and Jamie are already eating in the dining room. Do you want to join them?"
"Hm," Sherpa pondered on it for a moment, throwing a quick glance back at Rithrynn in the room. Having reached a decision, he turned back to Alice, the servant girl.
"Have the food brought here. Tell Jamie that I appreciate his hospitality, but I have some private matter to attend to."
"Right away, Master Silverlion!" Alice proclaimed loudly before disappearing out into the corridor as fast as she had appeared. It did not take long before she was already coming back, balancing a bunch of different silver plates. The meal itself consisted of everything from boiled eggs, fish, fruits and various slices of ham. Masterfully balancing the plates through the chaos that now had become the living room.
Having finished putting on his clothes from the night before, Sherpa had sat back down in the sofa; this time making sure that there were no more arrows or weapons of Rithrynn hidden among the pillows before sitting all the way down.
"Thank you, Alice." Sherpa nodded.
"Would you mind bringing me a cup of tea?"
"Of course! Give me some minutes!" Alice proclaimed, before shooting off again like a rocket out into the corridor, gracefully jumping over the mess on the floor to reach the corridor. Taking a berry from one of the silver plates, Sherpa turned to look up at Rithrynn and smiled.
"Care to have a seat?" He asked as he beckoned towards the table now filled to the brim with various plates full of food.
I'm just coming with a heads up that I've received some calls of interest from two other ex WoW RPers on this forum, Andromedai and Nallore. They might be joining our RP over the next couple of days.
Patience is said to be a virtue, Rithrynn :P
That's not a problem, Li. After all, I believe it almost falls within my role as the unofficial GM to do that ;)
With Sharon stuck in the mansion until further plans are set in motion, it gives me something more to write for than just the secretive Sherpa.
That's not a problem, Li. After all, I believe it almost falls within my role as the unofficial GM to do that ;)
With Sharon stuck in the mansion until further plans are set in motion, it gives me something more to write for than just the secretive Sherpa.
"Hu-hum," The pudgy man coughed slightly as he threw a quick glance to a large ledger the size of a small chest clad in dark brown leather resting at the end of the table, before finally looking back at Liaena.
"I am afraid that we cannot give out personal information about our clients just like that, it's a right of privity that we pride ourselves in being able to provide, young miss. Here at Rochenstein's Housing for Exquisite Personnel, we have a deep respect for our customer's private matters and desire to be left alone, which is the belief that forms the cornerstone upon which this illustrious company was built on!"
He proclaimed high and loudly as he held his hand up high as if he was a priest preaching fervently at a sermon, and his other around the laps of his richly decorated silk and leather coat.
The man definitely carried the look of being part of the higher middle class or lower upper class, as his garments were richly textured and adorned with elaborate tailoring. A small black hat with a long feather sat on the other end of the table, most likely belonging to the estate agent, and his fingers carried no less than six rings of silver, gold and adorned with diamonds or other precious metals and stones.
However, shortly after his little speech, the man peered at Liaena's rich and most likely expensive apparel with heightened interest. Moving his hand to stroke his short beard, a moment of silence ensued as the man seemed to be contemplating on something, before speaking again; his face now looking much more neutral and curious.
"But... ahem, exactly just how important is it that you find this man, my lady?" He suddenly inquired as he looked towards Liaena with a look that only a true businessman could recreate, hinting at her with one of his eyes while he placed one of his hands down on the ledger at the table, gently drumming with his index finger on the leather cover of the huge book.
"I might be able to arrange something, if the... need for it, was great enough."
"I am afraid that we cannot give out personal information about our clients just like that, it's a right of privity that we pride ourselves in being able to provide, young miss. Here at Rochenstein's Housing for Exquisite Personnel, we have a deep respect for our customer's private matters and desire to be left alone, which is the belief that forms the cornerstone upon which this illustrious company was built on!"
He proclaimed high and loudly as he held his hand up high as if he was a priest preaching fervently at a sermon, and his other around the laps of his richly decorated silk and leather coat.
The man definitely carried the look of being part of the higher middle class or lower upper class, as his garments were richly textured and adorned with elaborate tailoring. A small black hat with a long feather sat on the other end of the table, most likely belonging to the estate agent, and his fingers carried no less than six rings of silver, gold and adorned with diamonds or other precious metals and stones.
However, shortly after his little speech, the man peered at Liaena's rich and most likely expensive apparel with heightened interest. Moving his hand to stroke his short beard, a moment of silence ensued as the man seemed to be contemplating on something, before speaking again; his face now looking much more neutral and curious.
"But... ahem, exactly just how important is it that you find this man, my lady?" He suddenly inquired as he looked towards Liaena with a look that only a true businessman could recreate, hinting at her with one of his eyes while he placed one of his hands down on the ledger at the table, gently drumming with his index finger on the leather cover of the huge book.
"I might be able to arrange something, if the... need for it, was great enough."
Double post.
I have then updated the first post with some background history and information about the mercenary guilds in this RP, the White Hand and the Red Vanguard alike ;)
I had a feeling they both deserved it, seeing as they play such a big role in the plot now, in particular the White Hand, but also the stalwart Vanguard.
I had a feeling they both deserved it, seeing as they play such a big role in the plot now, in particular the White Hand, but also the stalwart Vanguard.
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