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— Old Falthier —[/center]

After a few moments he grunted and looked sharply up at the obstinate Driders. His brow creased and he looked over at the captain and mage.

“We should spare her, she may be afflicted by the same malign enchantment as the Lord of Brennan.”

He turned his attention back to the tower and tried to smile like his kindly uncle that was so unlike his own father.

“Why don’t you leave your golem there and come down, I’d like to speak with you”