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Ailurin released his will, forming a weave of air, slapping the man mockingly across the face. None, save his Mistress knew it was him though, and he sent a mental grin across the bond. Outwardly, his face was cold, and he walked over to the Whitecloak and glared at him, and with a sneer the young warder said, "You Whitecloaks know nothing. We're closer to the Light then you will ever be - at least we don't hang the very people we are meant to protect!" He took a step back, and quietly whispered, "You will learn, this is only the begining."
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