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SIR BLANDAMOUR (Nods amusedly at Eliza) "Certainly, my d...I mean Squire. You and Galadria wander down that trail, seeing like you are lost. Hide your mail. We shall be just behind you. When the orcs rush you, flee back to us in seeming fright." (Looks Galadria in the eye.) "And, no playing the hero, Galadria. If you haul out that sword and start whaling them with it, they'll suspect a trap, for sure."
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