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((Closed)) Night was here, and Espen grew restless of the shadows. Tortured sleep and the crisp air prevented rest, so he did the next best thing:: keep moving. He had a plan, of course, and it was to find the boss. The moon's light shimmered in puddles and through the treetops, illuminating his scarred face and the cluttered woods ahead. He was alone, or so he thought until he heard a small noise behind him. Whirling around with twin daggers sheathed, he sees you and growls, "What the hell are
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