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Stark gave a nod, his eyes traveling over the male a last time. He felt that they had an understanding, that they were on even ground. He approved whole heartedly, offering him a polite bow as he made to leave. "With luck, the next time we meet we'll both have better fortunes on our side." He said quietly. "It was a pleasure, Lasher." He said genuinely - and for the first prospects of these lands he felt hopeful.