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ELIZA (She cautiously follows behind Sir Blandamour. The great black beast stands before her, towering over the big man. Curiously, she is not at all afraid, perhaps because she has learned that the most dangerous things that come out of that fanged snout are poisoned words. She deigns not to ever draw her own sword, but faces Kinn'zuwannik with a defiant glare, chin out, arms crossed upon her breast, one hip cocked.)
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