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It was a quiet, cold morning in the Trading Senter when the young male awoke. His caretaker brushed his hair, dressed him, and brought him out for breakfast. Suddenly they were gathered into the main hall. The front doors opened, a large, tall male in an upgraded version of the northern military uniform. Hooper stared, this was King Otis of the North! He instinctively bowed. The king laid his eyes on the bowing one. He stepped forward, "This one. He'll do nicely..." he said. And that was all. Hooper whisked away to the cold, arctic north.

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