In a desolate city, somewhere far, far away from Nicolai, a man named Kalcustus is drunk and unconscious. He is the king of the Corrupt Lands. Looking down the hall, in horror, Kalcustus sees a dark figure with a sword walk down the hall. The figure raises the sword, and Kalcustus was dead before he hit the ground.
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William, a bold and daring young man at a great meeting, feels quite bored. The annoying introductions and speeches are nothing like the battles he so much like. Only person I know to like these pompous speeches and magnificent banquets is my servant, Jemm. Maybe I'll go talk to that elven commander, judging from his robes. He looks to be about the same age as I am, as well as being bored.
Nicolai sees a young man walking towards him. Before he even has a chance to talk to the man, The man introduces himself.
"Hello. I'm William. Who are you?"
"Oh, uhm, I'm Nicolai. Nice to meet you."
"Same to you. Banquets like this don't suit you?"
"Nope, they don't."
"Ah. Well, it seems that the meeting will continue tomorrow. See you tomorrow!"
"Okay. See you!"
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