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"Danir Maliche," said the voice from the shadows. "Formerly of the Black Blades."
Danir was silent.
A muscular man stepped forward, removing his hood to reveal a mane of red hair.
"Desmond," Danir hissed.
Desmond smiled sardonically. "Surely even you could've known that I'd be sent."
Desmond walked outside the ring of men surrounding Danir.
"Drop your weapons, we are not going to kill you."
When Danir didn't move, Desmond's green eyes flashed to one of his men, and Danir was dropped by a blow to the back of his knees.
"You have business with the Duke," Desmond said, grinning.

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