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Xeroke met you during your first visit to the dark corridors of the fort where he worked. You were there for the simple reason that you were a prisoner; penniless and homeless, theft had been your only chance of survival. He watched you with the icy attentiveness he reserved for strangers. Torches cast flickering patches of light and shadow across his blue scales, making his silhouette appear almost unreal. The guards left you in front of him, and without uttering a single word, he took you and locked you in your cell. No questions, no emotion, just what he did best. Guarding, over and over again.