Zufrey the Immortal
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Zufrey pulls his cloak tighter around himself, keeping his right eye shut as he navigates the cobblestone streets. No one gave him a second glance, which was a relief. The immortal had a dagger in his pocket, but he’d rather not get into a fight. He could end up imprisoned if he harmed anyone. That was when he bumped into someone.
”Excuse me. My apologies-“