He had a name, a title, long ago. But now he was just called
The Dishonor. After all, he had made a mockery of the ancient practice of
allowing those on trial to fight for their freedom, since he could not be
beaten thanks to his dark magic.
But, thankfully for me, the man I had tried to rob was a
visiting ambassador from the Empire of Magal, who we were at war with. And
thus, I was allowed to have The Dishonor fight for me in my fight.
When I was freed, I asked how he did it.
“Handgun.”
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