Running his open fingers over the clean shaven crest of his skull, Neffriel silently drank in the feeling of the new tattoos. Letting his hand fall away he took note of the comfortable but unfamiliar feel of the fitted red robes he now wore about himself. Having turned in the applicable forms to the Legion watch, Neffriel walked with a calm deliberate pace to various areas around Exigo and Sundren city posting the following message printed on rolls of expensive parchment:

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