For a second, Niers debated hunting for his razor. He would have borrowed one of his lieutenant’s blades, but he hated how they fussed over him. A dagger as large as he was was still a dagger, and he was more than strong enough to lift it. It was just awkward, that was all. Appearance trumped desire. Niers was a Level 63 [Strategist], and on his shoulders the fate of his company rested.
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