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Nox frowned at the mistreatment his blade had received at the hands of the guards. A few nicks and scratches marred the otherwise pristine edges. A whetstone was drawn and run along them, letting him fall into the familiar rhythm.

"Best bet is to get out during the fighting. It's risky, but the chaos should allow us to get out without drawing the majority of attention." The Were sighed, his fangs in the air.

Not the first war I've wandered into...