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The tension in the room swelled as we sat in silence. Both of their eyes locked on to each other, but not in a menacing way. It seemed both where waiting for lashings that neither was ready to give nor receive. It was uncomfortable waiting in the dense silence. It wasn't until Sebastion cleared his throat to excuse himself that the tension broke. He hugged me once, than Aunt Amina, then left us to our silence. He promised he would keep an eye out for our assassins in case they showed up while I was gone.
"I should start of saying I am sorry Drake. Over the years you have done us a great many services. Silvus's out rage was inexcusable. Pease punish her how it seems fit." Uncle Harold's grim expression never left his lips as he stared wearily at his friend. Drake gave a deep sigh, taking a chance to peak at me. With a small smile he gestured for me to come to him.
"You shoul
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