Happy Life
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- First, re-roll without the duelist.
The President looks at the petitioner for a moment, then wipes and puts away the pen, wraps up the inkwell, closes all the documents in a folder, ties it with a string, puts it in a drawer, locks it with a key, pulls it to check if it is locked, gets up from the desk, pushes the chair back, takes the sheath with the nameless blade from its back, wraps the strap around it, and as he leaves, pulls the curtains, gestures for the guest to go out into the corridor, and goes out herself, locks the office door, checks that it is locked, and slowly walks towards the exit.
The President looks at the petitioner for a moment, then wipes and puts away the pen, wraps up the inkwell, closes all the documents in a folder, ties it with a string, puts it in a drawer, locks it with a key, pulls it to check if it is locked, gets up from the desk, pushes the chair back, takes the sheath with the nameless blade from its back, wraps the strap around it, and as he leaves, pulls the curtains, gestures for the guest to go out into the corridor, and goes out herself, locks the office door, checks that it is locked, and slowly walks towards the exit.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
