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War, war was never a pretty sight on and off the battle field. Even if it was just started and just a few units went into battle there were still people hurt from what took place. It was rather quiet a few people were resting on the beds as an old man was yelling at the people about the pain in his leg, his right leg just above the knee cap was bleeding rather bad as an sharp wooden stick was jammed inside.
The office she was looking for was on the other side of the room, it was an pure white wooden door with an sigh that held his name in black bold letters.
Cobalt Deverres
None of the people really stopped the flying fae just with the yelling old man who was not even trying to hear what they were talking about.
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