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Artyom Kasimir Sarkozic sat at his desk while reading it to his younger brother, Aleksey Czeslav Sarkozic. While reading it, a slight smirk grew on his face before he stated, "Richard, Y truly hope that the gifts that the demons have given vy are worth your men and your heads. Vy are nie prince; vy are a child in a man's body who puts on a mask to hide his true greed and bloodlust." He then stood up from his seat, grabbing a small dagger from his desk, slipping it into his boot, and grabbing his sword from the side of his desk and sheathing it. "Child Prince, vy should be grateful; we are letting vy leave this land with your barbaric men and your cursed family." After making his final comment, he took his brother and left the office room.

The youngest brother of the Patriarch of Pompourelia, Artyom Kasimir Sarkozic. The young male would let a chuckle slip from between his lips as he glanced over it. "It's quite hysterical that we've left such a mark on you all. But honestly, there was no need to bring up a long-dead family member of ours." After making his comment, he left the room with a slight smirk on his face.

MC Name: BR0NXS RP Name: Sir Altair de Valcour Persona ID: 85589

Sir Altair de Valcour sat with his brother, the Baron Valcour tending to his broken hand. "What what is they said... 'Send him with his head in his hands back to Stassion to show em we are not to be messed with..'" The knight chuckled then, proclaiming to his brother: "And now they will know Stassion is not to messed with either. Perhaps they will now think twice before seeking to disfigure an innocent man."