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:20:02
not a local fellow, an import,
some 100 leagues from home -

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an all-powerful necromancer.
:20:11
Huh! That's some necromancer.
:20:15
Hold your tongue, Griel. Eat.
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I'll not eat. I'm not hungry.
:20:22
He's right.
I brought us here for nothing.

:20:34
What is it? Who's there?
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Salvete, viatores!
:20:42
Good morrow.
Good morrow. Peace be with you.

:20:45
What do you want?
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My lord Ulrich is no longer.
:20:51
All that you asked of him,
you may now expect of me.

:20:55
The dangers he would face,
I will now conquer.

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The task he would undertake,
I will now fulfil.

:21:05
I am Galen Bradwardyn, inheritor
of Ulrich's craft and knowledge...

:21:12
and I am the sorcerer you seek.
:21:45
Close enough. Bring her out.

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