IC Contact Post [Hadriel]

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This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

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[Henry nods.]

Too many are determined to misconstrue our intent.

[He gives Maketh a brief cocky smile.]

It must vex them that we remain strong.

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[She grins suddenly, meeting his eyes.]

Our strength has not waned, brother. Not once.

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Nor will it.

[Not with their combined drive and determination. Of that, Henry is certain.]