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... ally, a sigh escaped his lips. The sound was barely audible, but thick with exhaustion and impatience.
He looked up, fixing them on the Guild Master. His fingers tapped lightly on the leather of his bag, still stained with the Goblin Lord’s blood.
"Whatever." His voice was firm, almost harsh. There was no hesitation, no beating around the bush. "Whether I’m a mage, a swordsman, an assassin, or whatever the hell it is."
The Master’s eyes narrowed, but not in disapproval—in ...
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