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Master..?

Tyranthraxus woke at the sound of the slave's voice. He had fallen asleep on the throne in his private chambers again.

Master, there were these letters on the steps to the temple, I thought I should bring them to you right away.

The slave handed Tyranthraxus a few sealed parchments and bowed before slipping quietly out the door.

Tyranthraxus began shuffling through his morning mail.

Mm.. veiled threat, idle threat, please remove yourself from here, get out of there...

The necromancer sighed. He only needed to read the first few words of each before he knew what they were about.

Whats this..?

He fanned the last letter in front of his nose.

Perfume..?

Tyranthraxus threw the rest of the mail away without even finishing it and left his chambers.
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