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Tancred kneels by the dying wizard.
"TANCRED!" Karnas' gasp rattles in his throat. "Help... heal me!"
"Karnas, I can't! My collar - it - it stops me healing you, somehow. I don't know how to get it off!"
"You... idiot... the sword..."
"But, but the enchantment on the sword was broken! It's just metal! A priest of Helm and a mage put you there in the first place, I don't know how!"
"Just... just..."
"Stop looking at me like that, you sociopathic madman! I DON'T KNOW HOW!"
As Karnas slips further and further away, Tancred turns to the one thing he knows he can do.
He kneels, and prays to Helm.
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