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The man’s initiative was admirable, he had to admit. Had he been in Ruina he would have soared through the ranks by now and established himself as a devoted member. “You have done well Hannibal.” He said, not entirely against his will. “With this I dub you my Taskmaster. You will be in charge of obtaining and distributing slaves among Erövrare.” He explained solemnly.

He moved to examine his newest acquisition more closely then shifted his eyes to Hannibal. “However, with this promotion I am going to give you an assignment.” He added, his gaze focused solely on the bi-colored male. “Find me a capable healer, and one worthy of serving me personally. This one you are allowed to keep for yourself.” He explained then pulled away from both to skulk back into the forest soundlessly. The man's slow rise to power was beginning to weigh on him. He decided then he would have to hunt down members of his own family himself and raise his numbers with his own bloodline before the Klein had a chance to overthrow him.

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