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| - Prince Ludovic took a long look on his new wizard. He had just gotten a glowing report from Kip Adar about this Brox of Boggan. A pity he would have to send him and Adar on a mission so quickly, he would have liked to hear more about this foreign country. Priests? If the Azidakian ones were as dull as the flame worshippers in Cairn, he´d be disappointed. Flame worshippers had no sense of drama, no interesting performances. His, Ludovic´s, own theatre were the only one with real artistic shows. Dancers, entertainers, if Azidaka had culture, that would be something... better than those brutal fights in the arena that Canivar, the Prince of the house of the Wolf enjoyed so much.
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| - Prince Ludovic took a long look on his new wizard. He had just gotten a glowing report from Kip Adar about this Brox of Boggan. A pity he would have to send him and Adar on a mission so quickly, he would have liked to hear more about this foreign country. Priests? If the Azidakian ones were as dull as the flame worshippers in Cairn, he´d be disappointed. Flame worshippers had no sense of drama, no interesting performances. His, Ludovic´s, own theatre were the only one with real artistic shows. Dancers, entertainers, if Azidaka had culture, that would be something... better than those brutal fights in the arena that Canivar, the Prince of the house of the Wolf enjoyed so much. With a glance at Silvestre, the Prince of the house of the Serpent who sat beside him, he sighed. Thank the Gods he had that potion against poison. Silvestre had tried to kill him at least two times. A dinner like this had been a nightmare before Adar showed up. Ludovic leaned over the table and smiled down on his men. "Welcome to us, Brox of Boggan. I would like to hear you tell about the Azidakian culture, your homeland. Did your King have any hobbies, for instance?"
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