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ILLEK (As the elf arose, he watched Verloren's lithe grace with approval. Last night had indeed been memorable. But, as he closely watched, a shadow crept over her face, and he saw her wipe away a tear. Ah, he thought bitterly, it was ever such. Give in to a woman, and they were always remembering old loves and comparing you to them, unfavorably. His mouth stiffened into a grim line. Ah, well, he would bring her back to Sir Blandamour - it never would do to be on the wrong side of that one - and then go about his duties as what he preferred to describe as a "collector.")
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