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—Finally, a chance to fill others and even my own head with emptiness. Exhaling a thick cloud of air from his overheated lungs, Hargon glances at his group—not out of interest, but to know with whom fate has decided to bring them together in this battle.
By chance, Hargon's opponents turned out to be three of the most unremarkable Arranian faces: Hans, Rainulf, and Raban can be respectively called Youth, Man, and Old Man, or Shaved, Long-haired, and Bald, or Soldier, Vagabond, and Worker; in short, they were all quite diverse, but not at all original, and although the first and third of these faces might have seemed vaguely familiar to him, it could also be a mere coincidence.