The mind of the Prince wondered passing back to a memory from two days prior when he was in the House of the Sword.
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Lucian was seated on a mat of bamboo with folded legs, as he sat opposite the hook-bearded Master in his small room, the Master had his pipe pressed to his lips as he released a long seemingly endless stream of smoke.
"Master, I believe that you promised to teach me a new technique today," Lucian eagerly stated, his eyes shone with desire to add more skills to his repertoire.
The beady eyes of the Master remained unchanged, "Why is a Prince so eager to learn?" he asked.
"I have a matter of importance coming up, and there is a good chance that I'll need a powerful technique that won't… uh… you know make me a dead prince," Lucian replied as he thought about the last time he let his anger take control.
