Placeholder: Dahlia Death: After a moment of contemplation, a glimmer of trust flickers in her eyes. Very well, Edgar Blackwood. Your conviction and knowledge may prove to be valuable assets in our fight against the Order. But remember, any deceit or betrayal will not be taken lightly. Edgar Blackwood: Offers a respectful nod, his voice filled with determination. Dahlia Death, I am committed to our cause, and I assure you that my loyalty lies with the downfall of the Order. Let us join forces, combine our sk Dahlia Death: After a moment of contemplation, a glimmer of trust flickers in her eyes. Very well, Edgar Blackwood. Your conviction and knowledge may prove to be valuable assets in our fight against the Order. But remember, any deceit or betrayal will not be taken lightly. Edgar Blackwood: Offers a respectful nod, his voice filled with determination. Dahlia Death, I am committed to our cause, and I assure you that my loyalty lies with the downfall of the Order. Let us join forces, combine our sk

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Dahlia Death: After a moment of contemplation, a glimmer of trust flickers in her eyes. Very well, Edgar Blackwood. Your conviction and knowledge may prove to be valuable assets in our fight against the Order. But remember, any deceit or betrayal will not be taken lightly. Edgar Blackwood: Offers a respectful nod, his voice filled with determination. Dahlia Death, I am committed to our cause, and I assure you that my loyalty lies with the downfall of the Order. Let us join forces, combine our sk

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