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ILLEK (Puts his arm around Verloren's shoulders) "Calm down, my Princess. The time for vengeance is not now, but who knows what is to happen? Perhaps we may come this way again?" (He looks at the worm.) "Illek is the name, though you did not ask, O Kinn'zuwannik, Eater of Beetles and Frightener of Young Girls. Perhaps you will consider your actions more clearly in the future. Perhaps not. We shall see."
KINN'ZUWANNIK "I knew your name already, Elf. I do not fear you any more than I fear my noble friend. I deal in realities, however, and I know that I am no match for that sword, nor is any dragon now living. Perhaps in the old days, Ancalagon the Black would have taught him a lesson. And, the next time that you see your Mistress, bear her my reverence. Nataskia of the Snows, there's another to respect. But, I will not bandy words with you. If you wish to take your chance, you know where I live." (turns to Blandamour) "Now, heal me, as you promised."
*Blandamour makes a face, then composes himself and lays the glowing hilt of Cold Iron on the dragon's leaking snout. Instntly, it is healed.*
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