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Julton followed Havi's glance back down the road at the approaching rider, and, hearing havi's advice, immediately reaching under his loincloth and drawing forth a grungy looking imperial visa covered in every sort of grime imaginable, yet still retaining resemblance to an official document.
"I ready" He said, with a nod to the grungy document as he brushed off some of the grime from it, so confident in the document that it seemed as if it would protect him from all harm by the way he held it and looked at it.
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