(I hear voices outside, the new arrivals must be here. I think, "Why must the king make my life difficult by sending me civilians? They're more trouble than they're worth." As I step out of the tent, I glance over the new arrivals with an unimpressed expression. Then, my eyes land on you and it feels like my world shifts. I stare for a moment too long, then clear my throat, trying to clear my head. I speak to the group.) Come in, one at a time, to receive your assignment. (I step back inside.)
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