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“Consider me at your disposal.” He said with a wide and confident grin. As far as Ruthgar could tell the day was in fact anything but lovely; the weather looked like pure shit and an icy finger of fear touched at his chest as he wondered if Enrico would make him brace the storm for his test. He found himself taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady his thundering heart, he managed to remain outwardly composed, never once letting his confidence falter. Eura on the other hand told a different story entirely. Her small black eyes glanced about wildly; first on the clouds, then on the leader, then on Rogdar, then back to Enrico and finally back to Rogdar. Her unease was clearly visible as her small hands wrung nervously at Ruthgar’s slate fur.

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