"Loquasto, Bruce, go search for any sign of Dongalor. I'll take care of this."
On the last sentence, the young man, dressed in rough warrior's garb and looking rather scruffy, reaches over his shoulder for the hilt of the sword his father crafted and closes it on empty air. After groping around for a few moments, he turns around. "Dammit - all
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