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Machaon
Machaon sat uneasily on his horse, gripping the reins slightly too tight. He had some experience riding the animals, but had never achieved a sense of proficiency. It was as if horses could sense his unease and refused to allow him control. At the moment, however, the horse and rider were coexisting admirably.
"I am as ready as ever. My pack," Machaon gestured at the thick bag resting on his shoulders, "is organized and ready for travel. Lead the way, Armus, and rest assured that all the benefits of modern alchemical knowledge are at your disposal."
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