SIR BLANDAMOUR (As the little orc scurries off, he strides into the gloom, Cold Iron providing enoug light to see by. The others follow along behind him. Soon, the tunnel begins to widen, and the dragon can be seen ahead. Whateever its status when they arrived, he is awake, now. It fixes him with cold, obsidian-glittering eyes. Smoke comes from its nostrils. B. walks up to the monster and stands squarely in front of him.) "Kinn'zuwannik! Why did you shelter those orcs who were holding my lady sister prisoner, abusing her foully? What was the purpose of that? And, is the lich Peven involved with this? What does he intend? Speak to the point, or I will plant this holy blade in you, and leave you to rot, this time. Talk!"
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