Ankyra Sound long and weary my road has been

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He keeps the names in mind, setting his gaze on the young man nearby. Strong boy, he compliments gruffly, giving him a nod, then turns to Caiaphas. Well done. Illidan is the type of wolf that would have been praised upon birth. God knows Eurycrates was that way, too.
Well, then, I am Eurycrates of Ankyra Sound, the titan continues, the barest of smiles curving his mouth. It was settled, then. The dark-headed woman and her son were his ticket into the place.
Little did he know just how brief his time here would be.
But that was a story for another day.

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