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Knock, knock… Knock, knock.

"Uhhh…"

Rolling over his rotund belly, Baron Karles reached for his bedside stand. He groaned in discontent as he pressed a button on the remote laying there. 

The bedroom door opened a second later. In stepped the military guard with a phone in hand. "My Lord Baron, I've news regarding the guard position you're hiring."

"Is it so important that you had to interrupt us?" 

Ignoring the three women in lingerie, the military guard nodded. "Yes, My Lord Baron. One man submitted his profile for the gig. He is about my size and has no clout to his name. But his resume stretches from working under military escorts to working under a notable gang of outlaws."

"Can he use ohra?" the baron cut in. 

"No. That is the one requirement that he fails to fulfill." 

"Then it's a fat no. Now get out!" Karles tossed a pillow across the room.