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A strikingly beautiful Kyrii watches you warily as you enter the armory, "A guest? You were unannounced," she seems to be finished assessing you and her posture relaxes slightly. If you are here to curry favor with my house, you would be better served seeing one of my brothers, I'm afraid. It's true that I command my brother Broxim's armies, what with all the infighting amongst my brothers, it's better to be prepared than caught unaware, wouldn't you say?" The slight smile she gives you has a feral edge to it, "The suggestion that I would set Broxim up as a puppet king is ridiculous." A seething Usul appears in the doorway, tapping his foot impatiently, "Ah, you must forgive me, but I need to be off, wouldn't want General Virakta to defect because he lacks patience, would we?"
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