"So this is him," Zorren whispers thoughtfully, his eyes gazing at a being which had just entered the dungeon, a place he both calls a home and a prison. "Yes, he had passed through the fog recently, carrying that girl on his shoulder. The undead seems to be tamed, I have never seen such a thin...
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