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Asan sat, cross legged in the temple, his two handed sabre and mighty kanabou in front of him. Necius, his former master, had taught him well. Breath control had caused his body to shut down, while he waited.
He had been assigned a new master. He hoped, while in this trance, that soon he would become a crusader of the order.
He had been assigned a new master. He hoped, while in this trance, that soon he would become a crusader of the order.