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Wings Unbroken
The Desert Wings... I thought I knew the capabilities of the Sand Hawks' rival guild well enough, but it appears that I was mistaken. "It's not the assassin's blade that disturbs my nap—just your grumbling." Not even bothering to turn his head, the guild's captain, sprawled on the floor, makes it clear that he has left everything in the hands of his self-stylized butler, Ankh. This was not out of laziness, however, but rather trust. As his gun spear intercepts the assassin Najam's blade, showering sparks, Ankh's cold stare seems to proclaim that anywhere his feet are planted shall be treated as the territory of the Desert Wings. (Carla's Recollection)