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Six sat down as she watched the stone man. His blue tones and greens orbs drawing her in. The woman tilted her head and licked her lovely lips. A warlord? The woman raised an ebony brow out of curiosity. He was a man of mystery and he had trapped her. "Let us hope Isardis sees it as such. He does not put much trust in the men in his ranks. Woman climb the ranks, the men don't. From what I have seen." She was merely warning the warlord for he might be in for an early retirment if he joined their ranks. Though, it may not seem so bad if he knew her plans of creating her own kingdom soon. But then, her asked a question and the doll pondered it for a few moments. "I am just Six. Though, I have greater ambitions. I shall not be a brood of a harem for long, darling." The woman giggled and fluttered those lashes. "Despite my rank, I am no harlot. I am much more."


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