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One of the chairs was occupied by a middle-aged man. Behind him stood a young man clad in light leather armor, a middle-aged woman, another man who appeared slightly younger, and Frokk.
It was the same Frokk whom Enkrid had spared.
As Enkrid made brief eye contact, Frokk gave a small nod.
The bonfire's glow lit the middle-aged man in the chair.
He was the King of Azpen.
Enkrid approached, scanning him with his eyes.
Overall, the man carried ...
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