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Ice Breeze
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I hold out my hand. He takes it and we exchange firm shakes.
"Black Fang, I will pursue the honor of being your master to the best of my abilities. May our future together be long and fruitful."
Black Fang seems to be silenced by this. He holds onto my hand. Not as a challenge, but simply in thought.
"I ain't ever had someone treat me so formally.. ..I won't disappoint you, master."
He shakes my hand again.
"Now then, let me level with you. I am raising an army to fight the man operating out of the dungeon to the west--"
"That's Red Fang's territory."
"No longer. Red Fang has been slain by its current occupant."
"Hmrr.."
"I am in the middle of forging alliances with a goblin village: I will need your help with that."
"Just let me know what I gotta do."
"I need you to put an end to a logging operation of their rival village. They're getting too close to comfort.. But, I need you to refrain for killing anyone."
"..Hmmrr.. Understood.. but.. that isn't much of a fight.."
"Neither is killing weak lumberjacks, Black Fang. The real battles come later."
"Hmrr.. Got it. I'll show them a good.. a good good time."
"Good. But before that: Do you know of any suitable locations that we can turn into our base of operations?"
"Nah. Architecture ain't my turf. I deal in blades."
"I understand. Let us be off then."
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