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The cheering crowd parted for the General and Doevm. General Marble's men, who had been holding back the onlookers, bowed. Alexander made his way through the masses to an elegant carriage at the back. The door to it opened, and out came a man dressed in fine velvet and a bowtie. His white hair had occasional hints of blue, finely combed to be more prominent. When he stepped off, the carriage bounced, free of the bumbling burden that was this ball of blubber.

He was the fattest noble Doevm had ever seen in both of his lives. His shirt fibers almost ripped as his belly fat jiggled. He waddled past his personal guards, who wore symbols detailing the light crystal wrapped in a skeletal palm's embrace and shook Alexander's hand. Doevm wasn't sure what they were saying, too distracted trying to count the man's chins.