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A young man appears and stands next to Sir Cuthvell.

"This is my son Malik", says Cuthvell, "I want you to be his body guards."

Anne balks, "Body guards? We are mercenaries not common guards."

Cuthvell narrows his eyes and looks at you, "Is what your associate says true Gabino? You don't do guard duty?"

Cuthvell seems a bit flustered, perhaps he isn't used to people saying no to him.

You look over at Malik who seems to have a strange smile on his face.