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... no mind. They were having some sort of asinine conversation with the pink-haired whelp, Fortuna.
"Always the analyst, Mister Dragan..." Tycon sighed, offering a polite smile, "Sometimes, I'm uncertain on whether I'm the Tactician or if you are, instead."
"Pshh!!" Dragan scoffed, waving an open palm, "Thinking about the big-picture stuff is boring. I'll take my place at the front line, anysun. (I don't suppose that's changed in the future?)"
"Hah," Tycon shook his head. " ...
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