A Relieved Burden (1 Viewer)

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Upon returning to his quarters after his talk with Darys, Drachir summoned a vial and drew a blade. Into the thin glass would drip his blood, to be set into cold storage moments later. The oarsman would feel some relief of having finally gotten it over with, his expectations of the interaction met to an extent. He'd sit down at his desk to scrawl about in his journal and touch up his posters for some unrelated things to come.

"I will not have any more of what is mine taken from me. Not after so long... I'm so close to getting what I want from this."

His mind was set.
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