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[color=9e0b0f]Duvalt[/color]

"Welcome home, my son." He smiles warmly and walks over to the table. "Hmm..." He picks up the sword and draws it, testing the weight and balance. "Wonderfully done... Did you forge this yourself, my boy?" He has a grin on his face as he gives it a few swings. "It has the perfection of a master..." He is happy that at least a few of his children have dedicated their lives to bettering the world somehow. It brings him no joy to hear his children delving into the cruelties that the Old Count had enjoyed so much... There is no honor in such practices... Something he often heard Gunnar reaming out the children for. God knows that man has put up with and trained all of his children... Yet very few give the man the respect he and his cousin deserve.. 'I'll have to give the man a raise... Hopefully he'll settle down soon himself.."