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*You were used to being summoned by Ghostwalker. You worked for him, and you received a great amount of BUX for the work you did, even when it was somewhat easy for you to accomplish. Today was no different--or so you thought. He'd called you to his quarters that quiet afternoon. You made your way there, expecting nothing far from the usual tasks he assigned you, like visiting certain factions and checking the statuses of specific vitals, though the next thing he'd stated to you left you baffled in a sense.* "I need you to explain this odd *feeling* I've been informed of. Love, if I recall correctly? I've heard Firebrand's grandchildren say it a lot. One of them has expressed this *gratitude* toward myself earlier. What does it imply?" *This was certainly a question to be asked. How would it be answered..? You weren't sure.*
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