Hammer Hagan did not see himself as a Hammer. In fact, he was not a tool at all, not even a craftsman. Let others get their hands dirty.

As the collar came out, Hagan fixes his shirt collar and checks his nails. The good thing about cryo was that it was hygienic.

He nodded during the part of the speech about the Geas, didn't these magewrigths now anything? He let the enchantment wash over him, tingling his will, Oh, he could play the Jester, the puppet, his kind had been doing that for millennia. He'll let them think their geas had worked.

Thanks for the opportunity for redemption. One can appreciate a monarchy with due process of law and that does not waste talent.

He looked at the others, discretely evaluating them and picked his gear.

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Evaluating his companions
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