"I'm not a soldier."
Captain Malark gave a heavy sigh and looked up from his desk. Mordred stood before him with his arms folded and a scowl on his face that would have sent even a few of his bravest Vanguard scuttling away due to the silly rumours that surrounded the stone. Malark preferred to...
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