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Lanthis, the large black furred Dorin, left his small one roomed hovel in the poorer district of Medonia. His dirty brown cloak covered his upper body and legs down to his knees...A few sizes smaller than he would prefer but it has been through the same hardships he's faced throughout the long years. Underneath it was hidden a dagger that had been his since childhood. Anyone stupid enough to tangle with Lanthis would feel the icy breath of it. His long snout picked up the all too familiar stench of the slums and his blood-red eyes probed the street for any unwanted interferences.
Taking a right out of his door he slumped lazily through the muck of the street.
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