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I can't help but play with my medallion, the one representing my old trading guild. The cartwheel on it is almost faded.
I used to be on top. I used to be the leader of one of the strongest factions in Eaglevein. Until he came that is. Him and his goddamn backstabbing! A baker, an alchemist, and an appraiser?! No! He was a crook!
He suggested we buy the mana blessing. That single event was enough to reduce our branch to dust. There are more branches out there, but they didn't want to have anything to do with us anymore. They especially didn't want to deal with me. Actually, a few, no many, even wanted to kill me.
Thanks to my misplaced trust, we lost everything. Honestly, I thought I was going to perish for a little while. My colleagues had arrested me and were getting the paperwork done to execute me using Eaglevein's laws. But then the necromancer came.
