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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 5:06 pm
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Qui had heard first by word of mouth from his only friend, about someone who was challenging others to duels out at the gymnasium. While the stallion tended to keep to himself, due to lack of relations and familiarity with the place, he was feeling a little more curious today than usual.
That is what lead him to the gym, following one of the leaflets he'd picked up along the way, slowly looking around the place. A few folks were spotted around there, but there was a single boil on his own, doing some readying stretching. Was that him...?
After a brief moment of hesitation, the ancient walked closer, before prompting the student, "these yours?" he asked casually, holding up the piece of paper in a tattooed hand.
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