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She loved the way that Victor carefully thought about everything that he was being taught. Most people she had explained such things to had absorbed the information as if that was all there was to the matter and moved on. Victor, however, would learn something new and decide if there were other ways he could use the information in relation to the other things he knew. Looking at him now, with the look of concentration on his face, she felt a pang of sadness. He’s one of the most serious people I have ever met, she thought softly. Someone that young shouldn’t have to take things so seriously.
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Elandria looked down at the boy as if he had just struck her in the face. Why didn’t I think of that? “Yes, he is. You don’t ever really stop being a Warden, Victor, it’s kind of like being a Knight. You may not hold the job anymore, but you never lose the position. You think this is Dunnagan’s mount?”
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With that, the ram started at a slow walk towards where the troop had set up a base camp. Elandria only shook her head as she watched Victor continue on. She kept a trot alongside the beast and had trouble watching her surroundings. Who are you? She asked silently towards Victor. As if some part of him had heard the question, Victor looked at her jogging beside him and smiled softly before looking straight ahead once more.
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“From all I can gather from Thunder, he is Dunnagan’s companion. He is also a very smart creature. It appears that whatever ability you have with people also works on animals,” Warren said. “Intelligent ones, at least,” he added.
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</a> “What’s wrong, sir?” Za’kereth asked.
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“Why, Victor. It is the only time that we can penetrate the defenses someone has set upon you. They have been upon you since your birth. Now, as to what your falling asleep has to do with your friends’ survival, it’s very simple. Sometime early this morning, your friends will assault the outpost we have let the blood orcs establish. There is, within the caves, a rune of transport. We have a company of Dracani and Magnus Dracani ready for transport to the location. There are also a handful of Dracairei already inside the encampment. Your friends are good, but even they cannot withstand that many Dracair and three hundred orcs.” The old mage spoke of his friends’ death as one would speak of the weather over tea.
“You want me to come to you, or you will kill my friends,” Victor stated. It was not a question—he knew it was the only possible reason why they would be doing this. He just didn’t understand why. What do they want me for?
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Yandarian scowled at his subordinate. “It is true, some may die still, but that is better than all of them. It is also likely that your friends on the inside will survive, whereas they would die first should you not come, and the rest of your party and yourself would soon join them. You must not tell anyone of this.”
Victor, time to get up.
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