Pop and Uncle Tim-16-were asleep on the seat opposite. Gunther held a wizened finger before the woman’seyes. A confused look overcame the warrior’s face. “I would be happy to tellhim to stay and escort you to the palace tomorrow.
But unlike before, this time the wind didn’t abate. Then the index will sift though thescenes until the requested memory is found. Some ofthe beasts survived and retreated east. She was exhausted, and her fingertips were badly scorched from throwing azurebolts.
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