[Finishing the drink in his cup, he sighs. Noble, hm? He's not too sure about that because he doesn't really think much on all of that. He's a sword of the heavens but often spends his time drunk rather than pious.
A noble sword.
He turns his head and presses a kiss to his cheek.]
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A noble sword.
He turns his head and presses a kiss to his cheek.]
There. A thank you for that.