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"Brother Ning, where are my furniture and items? You didn't take them all, did you?" the young man asked.

"Of course," Ning said. "That was the job, right?" 

"Yes, but… there were so many here," Trevain looked around. "Ju-just how did you take so many into your storage space?"

"I just did," Ning said, not bothering to explain much.

Trevain understood that the only reason Ning could do this was if Ning had a high rank as a Bondforger. But… how did he have that at such a young age?

"Brother Ning, how old are you?" the young man asked.

Ning looked at him silently for a few seconds before asking, "how old do you think I am?"

"You look younger than me, but by your mannerisms, I can tell you are older. Maybe 23-24?" he asked.

"Close enough," Ning said and didn't say anything else. That was one of the ways he had found to ignore the questions about age. He just made the other person guess and went along with it.