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"Well...ain't this a bitch?"

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You're a Targaryen bastard, though you don't know it. But you were raised as a farmer and raised in a loving home (like Clark Kent)

One day, while at work, a band of villagers demanded weaponry. Why? Because their sheep kept getting stolen, you thought wolves but the way the citizens described the carnage, no K-9's can make scorch marks.

Raiders? Also no. They described it as a demon, happened all over the Vale. You decided to help, probably take down the raider or beast...

...oh how wrong you were.