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Sven scoffs softly and rolls his eyes. He's quiet for a moment. 
"The Hands of the Father are exactly as the name implies. The are assassins, spies, soldiers, messengers, and whatever else The Father needs them to be. To cross one means death." Sven goes quiet again. The hall roars with sounds of revelry. "Sorry I stole your friend's Bloodstone. I just wanted to help my village."