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... his chin, an apathetic gaze, and a relaxed posture. There was a cold hint of a smile at the corners of his lips.
His leather armor was fastened to his upper body, and he never took it off even when he slept. It was covered in scratches and seemed like it had gone through a lot of hardships with its owner while he moved all about the peninsular. Tied to the armor were the various tools mercenaries carried with them: a pocket knife, scissors, bandages, hemostatic powder, ropes, flint sto ...
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