I fear that what we just experienced will pale compared with the greetingwe will get at the Citadel. “Yes,” Tristan answered quietly. As if possessed by a spell, Tristanclosed his eyes and parted his lips…The scream that tore through the night was chilling. It is only right that you and I clash first.
She looked backat Kefira. Einar shook his head. “I assume that we carry barrels of pitch, with which to repair the BlackShips’ hulls?” he asked. Or perhaps the entire scroll we secure from theCitadel is some ingenious, spell-ridden forgery, designed to somehow harm us the moment weunlock
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