DJ

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“Brave sirs, your charmer is here,” DJ said in the Usk he learned five minutes ago, pretending to be Thyrene's servant as he kneeled down beside her.

“Ah, yes! Nikolai, Alexei, Anastasia!” The soldier closest to them yelled to the others. DJ smiled absentmindedly, though he was interrupted by Thyrene kicking him and letting out a small exasperated sigh. “Dearest charmer, have we been called upon?”

“Yes, kind sirs, Lucas wants to hear your report from today. Did we keep you from sparring with those children?” Thyrene asked, her voice sweet yet demanding. DJ heard her expertise clearly. She emphasized the children, pointing out clearly that we had no connection to Alto, Janus, and Jayden.

“No, of course not dear charmer! They were some peasants attempting to get into the city,” the same guard stammered.

“Those peasants were clearly prepared. They had on high technology armor,” Thyrene pointed out. The guards seemed embarrassed.