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The burly Half-Orc watches the wolf-man in silence. When he has gone, he comes out of hiding, rips the flag off the lance and tucks it in his pack.
"This will make a fine decoration for the walls of my quarters in the palace."
J'aran Bloodhymn crosses the bridge and enters the palace gates.
Within, he stands looking around, searching for the right direction.
"So, where's the bar? I could use a drink."
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