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🐙 Planet Aberat, Kingdom of Selya-Mira 🐙

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Realizing that moving two squares at a time isn't ideal for someone with his tasks, and that heavy gear and smoking aren't excuses, Dervos decides to complete the initial stage of the young, successful fighter training course.
It wouldn't hurt some imaginary guards on a donut-and-coffee diet, from whose image he was trying to distance himself as much as possible, to get some cardio training too.

"Sir," he asks the trainer. "What do you mean by 'glorious duels'? Is it supposed to involve paying money to let off steam?"
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.