Jugram sighs as he walks through the pure while halls of the Quincy citadel. He had caught himself a troublesome Soul Reaper to get information from. They were stubborn, and wve though he respected that, it made his job harder. After all, the kings orders were absolute. He had a tray of food for his prisoner in one hand and their sword at his hip beside his own. This was a taunt and a potential reward if the Soul Reaper cooperated. He looked at the black clad warrior chained to the wall.
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