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 "If it isn't the renowned King Staxius of Arda," came a rather deep voice from the right. Escaping the ledge and onto the grass stepped he who was dressed in a lavish suit hidden behind a heavy coat of which the shoulders were padded, "-or should I say, father," traversed onto the now darker green grass for the shadow of the tree protected against the sun, the man, or rather, a boy, of which the age was about 20, stood in awe. The visage matched one of a girl's, a common feature of the many people acquainted over the years. The hair was of a light-brown color, a fair complexion with pierced ears of which hung jewelry. A glance at the hand displayed rings of many sorts -signet and counting.