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not a local fellow, an import,
some 100 leagues from home -
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an all-powerful necromancer.
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Huh! That's some necromancer.
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Hold your tongue, Griel. Eat.
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I'll not eat. I'm not hungry.
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He's right.
I brought us here for nothing.
:20:34
What is it? Who's there?
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Salvete, viatores!
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Good morrow.
Good morrow. Peace be with you.
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What do you want?
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My lord Ulrich is no longer.
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All that you asked of him,
you may now expect of me.
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The dangers he would face,
I will now conquer.
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The task he would undertake,
I will now fulfil.
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I am Galen Bradwardyn, inheritor
of Ulrich's craft and knowledge...
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and I am the sorcerer you seek.
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Close enough. Bring her out.