a wake up.
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Sir Arthor, The Honourableto Plaman

<chuckle> And thou wouldst not know anything about those groups, would thee, friend?


Julian, I am not complaining. I like seeing the darkness of Allanon's soul. And I only attacked thee to carry out justice against thee for teaming me.


Sir Arthor, shut it, Kes.


Written by my hand on the 8th of Agamnion, in the year 979.