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Dull.
That was what everything was. That's what the rush of running from them was for.
That's exactly what it was for. One night, though, he sat down with that knife of his and stopped making threats. Yes, you remember.
It was on that bench by the docks, facing out over the river. He told you the story of that blade of his. The story of himself.
He told you about pain and suffering that you'd never experienced. About the tyrant he called Queen. About his magic, and his crew.
About lost lives and new friends.
Yes, you knew his story. And you intended to make sure it didn't go unknown.