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Damoritosh stands on the balcony of his estate just outside Nexus and watches his warriors train in the parade ground below. The wind sets his concealing cloak fluttering and he pushes his sleek black hair out of his eyes. His gaze slides over to the city road, are those riders coming towards the house?
Unconsciously his hand rests on the pommel of his daiklaive. Is it a messenger seeking a new contract with the Blades or have they found him again.
He steps back into the shadows of the House and fades from view, letting his Captain take charge while he waits to see if today will bring more violence and death.