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₪ Age ₪ Race ₪ Leader ₪
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₪ Knight ₪
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₪ Age ₪ Race ₪ Second in Command ₪
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₪ Damsel ₪
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₪ Age ₪ Race ₪ Player One ₪
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₪ Knight ₪
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₪ Age ₪ Race ₪ Player Two ₪
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₪ Damsel ₪
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₪ Age ₪ Race ₪ Player Three ₪
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₪ Knight ₪
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₪ Age ₪ Race ₪ Player Four ₪
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₪ Damsel ₪
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₪ Age ₪ Race ₪ Player Five ₪
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₪ Knight ₪
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₪ Age ₪ Race ₪ Player Six ₪
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₪ Damsel ₪
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Walk inside the Mallandaian team's base - if you could find it - and you could hear a fly land on a wall. The area appeared abandoned except for a lone figure busying himself in the sterile, gleamingly clean hospital wing. A young, fair-haired elf hummed a simple tune as he rearranged ointments, medicines and tools that had already been organized thrice over. Moments ago, he had finished checking for the umpteenth time that he had packed enough supply bags in case he should he be called on a medical emergency outside the base. And before that he found every surface that he could reach and proceeded to scrub and dust them with a violent fervor.

Ishmael Highgarten the younger, better known by his middle name, Galen, was not used to doing nothing. Or being alone, for that matter. Moreover, this new job - medic for such an important competition! - had him as nervous as a mother hen. He knew that nothing good would come of fretting like this, but he had to keep moving. Every time he sat down, he felt as though he were doing something wrong. He still felt as though he were missing some key element of his job while he fussed over his supplies. But at least he was doing something.