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Maximillian
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Grand Duke of Nautilla
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"Now now young master!" Maximillian seeing the excitement burning up inside the young Teriborean, "Ya better calm yerself down before the wind sweeps you off your feet."

Several well dressed men came towards the direction of the two. They were not soldiers of the city nor did they look like guards but their dresses indicated that they were military or had some military training. The royal purple of their uniform incidentally matched those of Maximillian's robes. The first one, presumably the captain moves towards the direction of Maximillian and cleared his throat a bit, "Your grace, Forgive me but it is time."

"Oh dear me," Maximillian looking at his timepiece and indeed noticed foe the first time at dusk had already settled in and the yellowy glow of the gas lamps were already illuminating the area. He stood up dusted up the remaining bits and pieces still stuck to his coat and pocketed his pince nez.

"Well young master Varentine! I hope I haven't taken too much of your time!" Maximillian's bowing to the Teriborean, "I must go now, I have pressing business to attend to for to."
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