 Escapee from Azkaban
Jaeke snatched it away, then cocked his head to the side and smiled smugly. "It appointed me," he said, before stuffing it in his pocket. "Plus. I doubt you'll read heiroglyphics. I checked your backrounds. I'm the only one that knows how 'cause I'm a descendant from the Pharoh." Man, Jaeke loved to brag about that. He stood up tall, then started barking out orders. "Okay. Everyone put their stuff in their tents and report back here pronto. Oh. And you'll refer to me as "master Jaeke". Get it? Got it? Good. Now scram." With that, Jaeke went over to an unused chair and sat down on it, over-looking everything and everyone.
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