[He dismisses his spirit guardian, given that there's no further need for it right now. As soon as it's gone, his tattoo stars moving again, its head sliding down over his shoulder while its tail still trails over his stomach (he could really stand to fix his attire... at least for the battle later he'll be in his proper uniform from home!).]
Twelve lords? That seems like a lot.
[He idly wonders how many subordinates and servants they must have... but, more importantly:]
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Twelve lords? That seems like a lot.
[He idly wonders how many subordinates and servants they must have... but, more importantly:]
What's your specialisation?