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... veryone follow behind him, but they didn't end up together. 'I'm an idiot,' he thought. 'I should have at least gathered a few of my men before jumping down. Oh well.' "Doevm!" He called into the dark cave. "Doevm are you there? Say something!" No response. A few minutes of walking, he heard someone. He hurried to it only to see it was a Ghoul. It hissed and ran at him only to get a spear through its heart. Frey didn't have to wipe the blood off. His spear absorbed it. "Doevm!"

He found ...

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