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... organizing repairs and then escorting Ayda back. We healed Rudnurth a small amount, but he had passed out after a few minutes. Given his state, I could not blame him, and part of me wished Arthur had killed him before we arrived. The man was a monster, and I had my reservations that he could be anything else.

When he was returned to his seal, I looked to my sister. "Why did you not stop Arthur? Normally you would reprimand him for being so crass and risking his own life in such a way." I ...

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