To Corinthos

Chapter 15: Into the depths of Corinthos:

“Ladies and gentlemen, let me present to you the city of Corinthos,” Ikaro declared dramatically, gesturing grandly as the group reached the crest of a hill overlooking the bustling port city. The shimmering sea framed the cityscape, with its docks teeming with ships and activity. “I know you’re all very grateful for your excellent guide,” he added with a self-satisfied grin.
“You don’t need to announce it. We can see it. Kinda hard to miss,” Iris replied, rolling her eyes at her brother’s theatrics.
“I know, but I like to add a touch of dramatic essence to our adventure,” Ikaro said, unfazed. He turned to glance at Iris and Kayn. “Besides, you two have been unusually quiet this trip. It’s unsettling.”

Ikaro’s observation wasn’t far off. Ever since the kiss the night before, Iris hadn’t spoken to me with her usual warmth. Did she regret it? I don’tt regret it—not for a moment—but the uncertainty is killing me. Every time I tried to approach her, she pulls away.
I scratch my head trying to ignore the question as Iris hides herself, Ikaro notices us and decides to move on but surely, he’s going to ask me what’s going on at some point.

“So, shall we go in? the better I get out of this horse the better” Noor says from behind me trying to break the silence and of course at this point irritated from travelling with me.

“Yeah let’s go and find that damned ship.” I say, spurring my horse forward.

Ikaro stopped his sister on her tracks and looks at her with a brotherly look, I can’t hear what they are talking about but by the looks of it it’s about what happened last night… it’s better if I give them so space.

“You screw it up didn’t you?” Noor said to me caughting off guard.

“What?” I ask bewildered about her question.

“Come on, Kayn. You think I’m blind? You messed things up with Iris, didn’t you?” Noor teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“… How do you know?” I ask sheeplish.

“You think I didn’t notice how she looks at you? You got like crazy the moment I sucked your cock; you think I wouldn’t notice how crazy you would get for a girl as hot as Iris?” She says while smiling mischievously. “You’re both as subtle as a thunderstorm.”

“fuck you” I say to Noor annoyed at her teasing.

“I wished.” She teases back.

I groaned, rubbing my forehead. “Not helping, Noor.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do you want me to write you a love letter to patch things up?”
“Just drop it,” I muttered.
“Fine, fine,” Noor said, waving me off. “But seriously, you might want to figure it out before it gets more awkward. This whole brooding thing isn’t a good look on you.”

Corinthos, as Athena had warned me, was a shadow of its former glory—a city once radiant and divine now buried in decay and corruption. Since Apollo's departure, the streets had become a refuge for cutthroats and the dregs of the sea. War had only worsened the city’s plight; beggars shuffled along the cobblestones, their gaunt faces pleading silently for scraps of food or a few precious coins.
“It wasn’t great the last time we were here,” Iris muttered, her eyes scanning the streets. “But now it looks like absolute shit.”
Ikaro sighed, his expression darkening as he took in the scene. “War’s taken its toll on these people, but this isn’t just war. Corinthos used to be one of Greece’s crowning jewels. Corruption tears beautiful things apart.” His voice was laced with quiet fury, the mention of the archon’s greed clearly stoking his anger.
We wound our way through the crowded streets, finally reaching the docks where ships of all sizes rocked gently on the waves. Finding a shipmaster wasn’t the hard part—finding one willing to take us to Delphi without demanding a fortune was another matter entirely.
“Please, it’s just a short detour,” I said to yet another captain, trying my best to keep my tone calm and persuasive. “Drop us off, and we’ll be out of your hair.”
The man crossed his arms, unimpressed. “I already told you, white hair—no drachmas, no deal.”
“You’re asking far too much for such a small trip,” I countered, my patience wearing thin. “Even if we sold our horses, we wouldn’t be able to meet your price. Maybe there’s something else we could offer?”
The captain smirked, holding up a gold drachmas between two fingers. “See this? This is what talks in Corinthos—not promises, and certainly not favors. If you don’t have the coin, stop wasting my time.” He turned and walked away without another glance.
“Bastard,” I muttered, clenching my fists.
“And that makes five,” Noor said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “At this rate, we might as well swim to Delphi. Honestly, it’d probably be faster than dealing with these idiots.”
“I wish it were that simple,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.
As we regrouped, a man standing nearby caught my eye. He had been listening to our conversation and now approached with a confident, almost theatrical swagger.
“Excuse me, lad,” he said, his voice smooth yet tinged with amusement. “Did I hear you’re looking for a ship?”
I turned to face him, instantly wary. “Who’s asking?”
The man placed a hand over his chest, bowing slightly. “Just an honest captain seeking good business,” he said with a grin. “The name’s Basilius, and I hail from this fine city.” He gestured to a sleek black trireme docked nearby. “That beauty over there is mine.”
Basilius was an imposing figure—short and round but with muscles accompanying his fat figure, with a patchy beard and a balding head—but his sharp eyes gleamed with intelligence, and his movements betrayed a certain practiced confidence.
“Pleased to meet you, Basilius,” I said cautiously, extending a hand. “I’m Kayn, and these are my companions.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, shaking my hand firmly. “Word is you’re bound for Delphi. A lucky coincidence—I know the way like the back of my hand.”

“What’s the catch? You’re not getting us to Delphi for free,” Noor said from behind me, her tone sharp and skeptical.
Basilius chuckled, raising his hands defensively. “Girl, I don’t shit where I work. Scamming travelers and hiding bodies isn’t my style. Leave that to the rats on this dock who think they’re kings of the sea. Me? I’m a captain, and the sea’s my one true love.” His voice carried an odd mix of charm and sincerity that, despite Corinthos’s reputation, felt oddly genuine.
“Right,” I said, still cautious. “So how much is your price?”
“None.” He raised a single finger, a sly grin spreading across his face.
The four of us exchanged baffled glances. “No one sails the high seas without asking for something,” Ikaro said, crossing his arms.
Basilius nodded. “True, lad. But I know my usual price is far too steep for the likes of you.”
“You’re proposing something else, then?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“Clever lad, just how I like ‘em.” He wagged a finger approvingly before leaning in slightly. “You do a little job for me, and in return, I’ll take you to Delphi. No strings attached.”
“What kind of job?” Iris asked, her curiosity piqued but her tone cautious.
Basilius straightened up, slipping into the role of a storyteller. “There’s this high-ranking official from the gold company—a real piece of work. He’s stolen from me and my crew. Most importantly, he’s taken something... valuable. Something that belongs in my treasure, not his filthy hands.”
“So, you want us to retrieve your gold and this ‘item’ of yours?” I asked, cutting to the point.
“Exactly. I’ll give you the directions to the warehouse. You go in, cause a bit of mayhem, retrieve my stuff, and bring it back. Simple, right?” His grin widened as he gestured toward Ikaro’s Spartan shield and spear, and then to Dawn. “I can tell you lot know your way around weapons, so I doubt you’ll have trouble getting your hands dirty. Think about it—I’ll give you a moment to decide.” With that, he stepped back, giving us space to talk.
“I don’t trust him,” Iris said immediately, her eyes fixed on Basilius, who was now whistling to himself as he watched the waves.
“I don’t think we have much of a choice, sis,” Ikaro replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
“We could still look for another captain—someone more... trustworthy? Or get the horses back and go overland,” Iris suggested, though her tone lacked conviction.
Ikaro shook his head. “Going overland will cost us too many resources. Plus, it means getting too close to Athens and the Persians. By sea is safer—and faster.”
“But how do we know he’s telling the truth?” she pressed.
“He’s telling the truth,” Noor interjected. She shrugged at Iris’s sharp glance. “A man like that knows how to lie if he wants to, but I think this time, he doesn’t. Besides, greed makes people predictable. He wants his gold back, plain and simple.” Her lips curled into a smirk. “And I’m always up for taking out some gold company scum.”
Iris turned to me, hesitating for a moment before speaking. “Kayn... please tell me you’re not seriously considering this.”
I met her gaze, my voice soft but firm. “I think it’s our best option. We don’t have many left. You’ve seen how these people act, and we can handle gold company soldiers if it comes to that.”
She didn’t respond immediately, her lips pressing into a thin line. Finally, she gave a **** nod and stepped aside, motioning for me to make the call.
“We’re in,” I told Basilius.
His grin widened, and he clapped his hands together with the enthusiasm of a man who’d just won a bet. “Wonderful! Let’s get on with it, then.” He motioned for us to follow him, leading us toward the warehouse where our task awaited.

Basilius led us to the roof of an abandoned house, giving us a clear view of the warehouse. “As you’ve probably noticed, the place is heavily guarded,” he said, settling onto a crate like he had all the time in the world. “Not that I think it’ll be much of a problem for you lot. You look like the kind who can handle yourselves.” His gaze lingered on Noor, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips as if he’d already guessed her secret.
Ikaro and I stepped forward to the roof’s edge, taking in the scene below. Two gold company guards stood at the main entrance, heavily armed and alert. “Thoughts?” I asked Ikaro, trusting him to have ideas already brewing.
“The front entrance looks like a one-way trip to Hades,” Ikaro muttered, pointing to the left side of the warehouse. “But over there… only one guard. And he’s less armored than the other two.”
I grinned, already catching on. “That asshole wouldn’t last a second against us.”
“Exactly.” Ikaro’s answering smile was sharp. “But we can’t take him out without him making some noise… unless one of you happens to be a professional assassin?”
I was about to respond when an idea struck us both at the same time. “We need a distraction,” Ikaro started, but I cut in.
“Something loud, or maybe more—”
Our heads swivelled toward Noor in unison. Iris, catching on, chuckled and joined in, her gaze locking onto Noor as well. Basilius rubbed his beard, looking between us as if trying to solve a riddle.
“What?” Noor’s sharp tone broke the silence. “Why the fuck is everyone staring at me?” Then her eyes widened in realization. “Oh, HELL no. Fuck that!”
“Come on, Noor, you know it’s a good idea,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “It’s not that bad. Trust me, Mine was worst.”
“I don’t give a shit what you’ve been through, Kayn. There’s no way I’m letting those bastards put their hands on me,” she snapped, her foot stamping the roof for emphasis.
“They won’t touch you,” I assured her quickly. “And if things go south, we’ll be inside before they can blink.”
Noor’s eyes darted to the rest of the group. Seeing no help from them, she groaned and crossed her arms. “I fucking hate you. But fine, I’ll do it.” She jabbed a finger into my chest. “On one condition: you owe me.”
“I owe you?”
“Big time,” she said with a smirk that promised trouble, then winked for good measure.
I sighed. “Fine. How bad could it be?”
Her grin deepened. “You’ll find out.”
“So, are we doing this or not?” Iris asked impatiently, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall.
“Of course,” Ikaro said, his eyes on the warehouse as his mind worked. “I’ve already got it all figured out.”
Basilius let out a low chuckle. “This is going to be entertaining.”
Minutes later, the plan was in motion. Iris and I crouched near the side entrance, hidden in the shadows as we waited for Ikaro and Noor to approach the front.
Noor walked with her wrists loosely tied, her hood pulled low over her face. Her pace was brisk, and the tension in her shoulders was impossible to miss.
“I hope your stupid plan works,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
“It will,” Ikaro replied, grinning. “You’d make one hell of a sell.”
“Halt!” barked the right guard as they approached. His partner tightened his grip on a spear, stepping into a defensive stance.
“Easy there,” Ikaro said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just here to make a deal. I heard the gold company likes slaves, so I brought you one you won’t want to miss.” He yanked back Noor’s hood, revealing her striking face.
The guards exchanged glances, interest flickering in their eyes. “You want to sell her to us?”
“Exactly!” Ikaro said with a toothy grin. “She’d make a fine addition to some general’s harem. Isn’t that right, girl?” He added a light slap to her butt for effect.
Noor’s glare could have melted stone. Her eyes screamed, I will **** you in your sleep, but she stayed in character.
“She might…” the first guard muttered, gripping Noor’s chin roughly as he inspected her. Ikaro’s jaw tightened, his smile faltering for a fraction of a second. “We’ll let our leader decide. Bring her inside.”
Ikaro clapped his hands twice—the signal. As he and Noor followed the guards inside, Iris and I moved swiftly. The lone side guard never saw us coming. We took him down silently, dragging his **** form into the shadows before slipping through the side entrance.
Once inside, we found cover in the dimly lit storage area, waiting for the next step.
The warehouse was vast, its shadowy corners and towering stacks of crates hinting at its past life as a bustling shipping storage facility. Now, it reeked of decay and oppression, repurposed as a stronghold for the Gold Company. **** cages lined the walls behind the leader’s seat, two of them occupied. A locked, barred door stood behind him, where their treasure was likely kept. Beyond the bars, a man sat silently, watching the exchange unfold.
“How much for the girl, Greek?” The leader’s tone dripped with greed; his gaze fixed on Noor like she was a prize to be won.
“Three hundred drachmas,” Ikaro replied smoothly, ignoring the withering glare Noor shot him—a look that clearly said, I’m worth way more, you asshole.
“Two hundred,” the leader countered, stepping closer to Noor and inspecting her as if she were livestock. “She’s pretty, but she looks like she’d cause more trouble than she’s worth.”
Noor’s jaw tightened; her fury barely restrained. Her eyes screamed ****, and frankly, I couldn’t blame her.
Ikaro didn’t miss a beat. “Three hundred,” he repeated confidently. “She’s worth every coin, and I’m not lowering my price.” He glanced subtly to his left, where Iris and I were getting into position. Iris was already at work, silently unlocking the cages behind the leader.
The slaver leader’s expression darkened. “You seem to be under the impression you’re in a position to barter.” At his signal, the guards behind Ikaro stepped forward, weapons drawn. “Two hundred. Last offer.”
The leader turned his attention back to Noor, his hands wandering as his leer deepened. Noor’s eyes blazed with contempt, and she muttered something in Persian.
“You’re too touchy,” she said icily. “Keep it up, and you’ll get burned.”
The leader chuckled, clearly misunderstanding her. “A girl with spirit. I like that.” He reached for her hips.
That was the last straw. Noor slipped her hands free from the loosely tied ropes, her movements swift and precise. With a flick of her fingers, flames erupted at the leader’s crotch, and before he could react, she drove her knee into him with brutal ****.
The man crumpled, his scream cutting through the air. “STOP FUCKING AROUND AND KILL THESE BASTARDS!” Noor bellowed, igniting the chaos.
“That’s our cue,” I said, vaulting into action. I tossed Ikaro his spear while Iris covered us with well-placed arrows.
The leader writhed on the ground, clutching himself in agony. Noor loomed over him, her expression cold and merciless. “I told you so” she spat, plunging a knife into his throat and ending his life.
Ikaro and I stood back-to-back, cutting down the advancing guards with practiced ease. “Great act back there,” I quipped, parrying an attack and striking the assailant down. “Though you could use a few tips from the expert.”
Ikaro laughed, blocking a swing and countering with a spear thrust that left his opponent crumpled on the floor. “Thanks! I’m just amazed that worked twice.”
I fought off two more guards, dodging and parrying with fluid precision. A swift slash took down one, and I drove my blade through the neck of the other. “You’re not wrong. But I doubt Noor’s thrilled about it.”
“She’s probably going to **** me after this,” Ikaro said, shaking his head.
Iris loosed her final arrow, hitting the last guard squarely. “That’s the last one,” she announced, regrouping with us.
“And the slaves?” I asked, wiping my blade clean.
“Free. As everyone should be,” Iris replied with a small smile, glancing at the liberated captives.
The three of us approached Noor, who stood over the slaver leader’s lifeless body. She exhaled deeply, tossing the bloodied knife to the ground. “Despite that shitty plan…” she began, cracking her knuckles, “that felt good. Which reminds me…”
Before anyone could react, she punched Ikaro hard in the stomach. “THAT’S for slapping my ass, you asshole.”
Ikaro doubled over, groaning. “Sorry! Got too into the role…”
Iris and I burst into laughter, earning a scowl from Ikaro.
“And you,” Noor said, rounding on me touching with his index my chest. Iris chuckled softly, watching her fiery outburst. “You’re an ass… but good work.” She smiled, dangling a set of keys she’d taken from the leader’s corpse.
“Uh… thanks?” I said, caught off guard by the sudden compliment. Noor shoved the keys into my hand, her smirk leaving me more confused than reassured.
A deep, steady voice interrupted us. “For a group of kids… you fight like seasoned soldiers.”
We all turned sharply toward the barred door. The man behind it had risen to his feet, his calm, calculating eyes studying each of us in turn. He radiated a quiet strength, his demeanor more composed than anyone trapped in a cage had any right to be.
“I suppose Basilius sent you,” he said, stepping closer to the bars, revealing his full form in the dim light.
The man behind the bars stood tall, his dark skin glistening faintly under the dim light that entered the room. He was a satyr, his muscular frame imposing and powerful, yet his gray hair hinted at an ageless wisdom rather than old age. His stance exuded calm authority, his every movement deliberate and measured. His piercing eyes studied us intently, as if seeing through to the core of each one of us before even speaking. He radiated the aura of someone who let his actions speak louder than words—a man of strength and strategy.
“You know him?” I asked cautiously, my gaze never leaving the imposing figure behind the locked door. His watchful eyes met mine, and I could feel him studying me just as I was him.
“I do,” he replied, his voice low and steady. “He’s my boss.”
“And who might you be?” I pressed, trying to glean as much information as I could.
“I’m why Basilius sent you here.” His tone carried an air of finality. “I’m Entinos.”
I looked him over again, taking in his commanding presence and the way he observed us. He wasn’t just any satyr—he was something more.
“A satyr? Here, in the city?” Ikaro said, his curiosity evident. “I can’t believe it!” He turned to Iris with a grin.
“I thought I’d never see one in my lifetime,” Iris murmured, stepping closer to inspect him more closely. Noor, standing off to the side, didn’t say much, but the intrigue in her expression was undeniable.
“I suppose these people are under your command?” Entinos asked, his eyes fixed on me. Unlike the others, his gaze lingered, as if trying to unravel something hidden beneath the surface. “Your name is… Kayn, isn’t it?” He says clearly overhearing my name on the fight.
I nodded. “They’re not under my command,” I said evenly. “They’re my companions—and my friends. Ikaro, Noor, and Iris,” I added, gesturing toward each of them.
Entinos inclined his head slightly but didn’t stop studying me. His intense scrutiny felt almost like a challenge, though I couldn’t tell if it was meant to test my mettle or simply satisfy his curiosity.
“How did they capture you?” Noor asked bluntly, her tone as casual as ever. She met Entinos’s gaze directly, showing no fear despite his intimidating presence. “You must be pretty valuable if Basilius is willing to risk so much to free you. You can say it looking at my eyes.” She says noticing the studying nature of the satyr.
Entinos raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her boldness. For a moment, he held her gaze with a look that could have easily cowed anyone else. But Noor didn’t flinch.
“As I said, Basilius is my boss, and I’m his quartermaster,” Entinos explained, his tone steady. “That makes me valuable to him, and he’s earned my respect. Those idiots right there thought it was a good idea to capture me at night and sell me to the highest bidder. They called me ‘exotic.’” He spat on the ground, his disdain palpable.
“I doubt these little slavers could defeat someone like you,” Noor said, her voice laced with teasing mockery. Her eyes roved up and down his towering frame. “Especially someone so… strong.”
Entinos grunted, clearly embarrassed. “I was… drunk when they jumped me.”
Noor chuckled, but I shot her a warning look. The last thing we needed was to provoke him further. “So,” I said, turning back to Entinos, “I suppose you’d like to be free now?”
“That would be much appreciated,” he replied, his calm demeanor returning.
I unlocked the door, letting him step out. The moment he was free, his full height and formidable build were on display. He stood at least 2.21 meters tall (7’3”), his muscular frame making even Ikaro look small. A single punch from him would probably knock someone out cold.
Ikaro let out a low whistle. “Are you all this tall? Because if so, we’re fucked.”
A faint smirk crossed Entinos’s lips. “No. Only I.”
“Basilius must really love you if he wanted you back so badly,” Iris said, peeking into the cage. Her expression shifted when she realized it was empty. “There’s no treasure here, is there?”
“No, it’s not about him,” I said, smiling. “Basilius cares about his crew and is willing to go to hell and back to save them.”
Entinos smirked at me, his expression almost approving. He could tell I understood Basilius’s motivations.
“So we risked our asses for him?” Noor said, gesturing toward Entinos. “Basilius better get us to Delphi, or I swear I’ll burn him to a crisp.”
“He will,” Entinos assured her as he began walking toward the door. “You might distrust him, but Basilius is the best captain of this city for a reason.”
I motioned for the group to follow him as we leave the warehouse behind Entinos lead.

As we made our way down to the docks to meet Basilius, the city streets gradually thinned of activity. Yet, even in the fading light, Entinos drew attention. People stared at him with a mixture of emotions—fear, disdain, and the occasional curiosity flickering in their eyes. It wasn’t subtle either; whispers followed in our wake, their tones sharp and judgmental.
“Is it always like this?” I asked Entinos, unable to hide the compassion in my voice. The weight of being an outsider was something I had felt before, though perhaps not to his extent.
“Yes,” he replied stoically, his face unreadable but his tone carrying the fatigue of someone long accustomed to such treatment. “I can’t teach the bigoted to see me beyond my horns. To them, I’ll always be just a beast, a thing to fear or scorn.”
He glanced at me with a piercing look that almost stopped me mid-step. “My people are no different, you know. They see you humans the same way. You know what it’s like being seen differently don’t you?” that catches me off guard how come he noticed that from me.
I hesitated, taken aback by the sharpness of his words. “You… you think I know what it’s like to be seen that way?”
“I don’t think—I know.” His words were deliberate, and for a moment, his gaze softened. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The stares. The whispers. The questions.”
I instinctively touched my hair, white as fresh snow, and nodded toward my eyes, which gleamed an otherworldly white-blue even in the dim light. “This doesn’t help much either,” I admitted quietly.
He gave a low hum, his sharp eyes assessing me once more. “You’re not human,” he said bluntly, his tone carrying no malice, only certainty. “I can smell it on you.”
His words hit like a thunderclap. “What do you mean?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though his certainty unnerved me.
“You may look human,” he said, his gaze narrowing, “but your body tells me otherwise. You’re… different. Not one of us, a mystical creature as you humans call us, not one of anything I’ve encountered before.” His brow furrowed as if trying to solve a puzzle. “Your scent is strange. Familiar and yet… foreign. Outworldly.”
“Outworldly?” I repeated, the word lingering in my mind.
“Yes,” he said, though his frustration was evident. “I’ve lived long enough to know the scent of gods, beasts, and mortals. But you… you’re none of those. You’re something else entirely.”
I fell silent, his words echoing in my mind. The truth I sought about my past seemed to slip further away with every step we took, replaced by more questions I had no way to answer.
The docks came into view, the salty breeze carrying the scent of the sea. Basilius stood at the edge of the pier, his wide grin brightening his weathered face as he spotted us approaching. He opened his arms in a grand gesture.
“Horns,” Basilius greeted Entinos with a smirk.
“Bald,” Entinos replied dryly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The two shared a brief laugh, the kind shared between comrades who had weathered storms together.
The four of us exchanged glances, clearly confused by their exchange. I stepped forward to address the captain. “As you can see, we found your ‘treasure,’” I said, my tone measured but firm.
Basilius nodded, his expression softening with gratitude. “Yes, you did. Forgive me for not giving you all the details earlier. In these times, you can never know how people feel about non-humans. Some might’ve turned away at the mention of a satyr.” His gaze flicked to Entinos, the respect between them unmistakable.
I raised a hand to wave off his concerns. “You had your reasons,” I said simply. “But now, let’s talk about our deal.”
Basilius chuckled at my straightforwardness, then turned to Entinos, as if seeking his approval. The satyr gave a small nod, his expression calm but firm.
“They’re good people,” Entinos said, his words carrying a weight that silenced even Noor’s usual remarks.
Basilius clapped his hands together, his grin returning in full ****. “Well then, gather your things! Basilius is taking you all to Delphi.” He spun on his heel, his arms spread wide as he gestured dramatically toward his ship, which rocked gently in the harbor’s waters. The ship was a sight to behold, its dark sails unfurling against the night sky, adorned with crimson accents that caught the flicker of lantern light. It was no ordinary Trireme—it was a ship built for speed and endurance, sleek and sturdy, with an almost regal air about it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Black Rose!” he declared, his booming voice filled with pride.

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