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SIR BLANDAMOUR (He is aghast at the idea that his noble sister should have endured such treatment, and more so that she might be bearing a half-orc. He sternly controls these feelings. What is done is done, and the perpetuators dead. But, this was most unusual behavior for orcs. He steps boldly into the alcove, to see an altar scrawled with foul symbols, with the skull of some beast that he does not recognize suspended above it, It glows weirdly. Then, as he studies it, a voice emanates from it.)
SKULL "Well, what have you to report? Wait, you are no orc. A prisoner, then, forced to look at me for your torment? No, you are armed and not bound. Where are my servants? Ahh, do not say that you have killed them. How could you have gotten into there? The dragon's spells should have kept you out.... Wait, they are gone. Have you killed him then? No, I sense that he still lives." (Screams) "And you have freed my bride. My bairn, she bears it. Noooo, this cannot be...." (The voice fades out, leaving Blandamour dumfounded.)
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