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Sprawled on the terrazzo floor of the palace, bond on heavy iron chains which rendered him helpless, Argzbar stared at the space before him, his eyes swollen and his entire body sore from the beaten he had received from Ascencians as he tried to maneuver the crowd at the market after being spotted by a child and then an old woman. Still staring at the space before him, Argzbar drifted to his last moments before he was caught and bond by these heavy chains. HE FELL INTO A QUICK FLASHBACK. He had galloped down all the way from the Devil's mountain with his mistress's last words echoing and echoing in his head....Roam about the streets of Ascencia, dig the latest info about the thief to my throne...don't come back until you have something tangible to tell me! ... The mistress's last words