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[i]He is sitting at the bar, crying his eyes out. Araxinus is sitting, comforting him. You know something big is going on if Araxinus isn’t making fun of him for crying.[/i]
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[i]I sit at a barstool.[/i] "What's wrong with him now?"
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[i]Araxinus chuckles.[/i] “Mutiny.”
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"What about it?"
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“His best friend and head admiral, Star Gazer, just pulled off a coup and declared him a traitor. The only Wolves still loyal to him are the fleet around Ceres. It’s all he has left.”
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"Ok?" [i]I order a Brandy.[/i]
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“You must understand that that army was his pride and joy. Hey, stop that!” [i]He says as the Wolfkeeper tries to order another drink.[/i]
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"Ok." [i]I take my brandy and take a sip.[/i]
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[i]The Wolfkeeper manages to say,[/i] “Rax, we have to talk to the Dealer.” “We can’t! He doesn’t want to talk to anyone right now.” [i]Araxinus responds with a hint of exasperation in his voice.[/i]
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"Who is this Dealer?"
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[i]Araxinus looks over.[/i] “He’s the one who gave Wolfie here his Throneworld. He’s basically the only person he answers to.”
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"Ah." [i]I nod.[/i]
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“We have to see him! He’s the only one with any answers.” [i]Wolfkeeper slurs.[/i]
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"Then lets see him."