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The Dove of Steel (28)

The soldier quickly drew his longsword and said,

“They must be Timerian spies your honor! We’ve caught you, now lay down your weapons and surrender!”

Linda quickly spoke and said,

“Um, excuse me mister, I think you are-”

“Silence spy! We know exactly who you are!”

However, luck was on Isaac and Linda’s side, and Judge Sulkoske stepped forward and held back the eager soldier.

Judge Sulkoske was a handsome man, possibly in his late 20’s, with short, brown hair that curled at the ends, making him look very uniform and regal. His eyes were a deep blue, and they gave off an aura of a quieted internal rebellion. The 6’1 man was dressed in full Judge armor from the neck downwards, a relatively light plate armor with intricately,almost Elven-craft pieces that fit together to allow more mobility. It was a worn black armor with silver trim around the edges, and from the looks of it, it had seen little battle though. Flowing off his broad shoulders down his back the traditional cape with a weighing scale on it.

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