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SIR BLANDAMOUR (He strides carelessly into the open gape of the cavern. He hears and smells the dragon before he sees him in the murk. As his eyes adjust to the gloom, he sees th huge black form, and his gaze is met by huge shrouded eyes. He does not feel the dragon fear, for, as a paladin he is immune to fear magic.He bellows) "Kinn'zuwannik, I am here." (He draws his sword, but does not attack.)
KINN'ZUWANNIK (In a cold, evil voice) "Well, it seems that you have come through alll of the obstacles that I have placed in your way, Sir Blandamour of the Iron Arm. And with companions this time! Are you growing old, after the manner of your kind? Do you fear me so, that you must bring women and elves to stand between my claws and you? That does not sound like you, at all." (He inhales, a horrifying sound, but Blandamour continues to hold Cold Iron negligently over his shoulder.) "Ha, your nerves have not gotten worse, at any rate. Let us see what corades you have brought." (He surveys them each in turn.) "Hmm, an Elf, of the forest. Did game get so scarce, Ranger, that you miust hunt for bigger game?" (He shifts his gaze.) A woman paladin. How frightfully amusing. And, she yearns for you, Blandamour. Did you know of this? Is that how you got her to come in against me?" (The great head swivels again.) "And, you brought your leman! What a delightful surprise. Do you tire of her, seeking to trade me for my Princess?" (Here, the long, black tongue caresses Gudrun lasciviously. She shreiks.) "For, she is a princess too,your whore. That must be a divine experience! But, I shall not trade, for I want a thing that her father stole from me."
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