golden crown of sorrow ; open, joining

[HUGO.]

DEATH IS RIDING INTO TOWN WITH ARMOR
THEY COME TO GRANT YOU YOUR RIGHTS!

The tiger was next to approach, coming from inland. His ashen black fur, decorated in black stripes dusted with gold, covered his muscled body quite well. His silver eyes looked to his brother, ears flicking as Hugo listened to Alysanne. Unlike his Inquisitor brother, Hugo hadn't had his dinner yet. And he was getting antsy. "Well, aren't you cocky, little lady." He chuckled deeply, his voice rich and low. [b]"What's your name, hm?"

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