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Verloren heard Kalraan scream, but her own situation was more important. Drawing her dagger, she cast a small mage spell on herself and Wind Shadow,
"I do not know who you are, knight, but you will not be killing this half-elf," Wind Shadow had layed his ears back, his whole body tense, ready to spring forward. Zachana had climbed out of her pack and sat on her shoulder, wings flred and hissing.
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