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"Ah, that ain't necessary," Denon smirked. "Actin' like you're meeting the king."

"Vordel, please... not here," The old man muttered.

"You told me to come here. I'm here," Vordel spat. "You owe me answers."

"That I do," The Old Man sighed. "I must warn you, however, that you might not like these answers."

"I don't care. You said my father was here. How do you know who he is?"

"It's written in your soul," he elaborated. "I can see it quite clearly. The anger, the rage, and the power that is stored deep within you. Something that has threatened to overrun your senses on more than one occassion, am I correct?"

Vordel remained silent, folding his arms. "Get to the point. Who is my father?" He said impatiently.

"As I told you in Shor's Stone, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me," Vordel did not back down.

The Old Man closed out his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Falion pulled the young girl next to him close and whispered something into her ear. She only nodded and stood by.

"... You're a demiprince, Vordel."

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"This is just sad," Hagen grimmaced, slowly approaching the counter. "Anyone home? Hellooooo?"

"Huh?" A voice came from the backroom, muffled due to the door being closed. "Who's out there? Guards? I thought I told you I'd be gone by the end of the week...."