Voltaire slowly entered the three story building, having lost most his previous bravado he had in the cafe. He was even panting as he walked into Hermingild Inquiries. Unbeknownst to anyone around him, as soon as he left the cafe and "followed" the directions given to him, the poor lad ended up...
"...abandon your identity, and take up a new one. When time comes where you have established a name for yourself, come find us. We would be more than happy to offer you a home in the shadows..", the words hung in Artorius' thoughts as he took sip of the tea he was just served. It's only been...
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