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"Yes Mother" the sword replied obediently and sighed, "I'm sorry..." it whispered, "Are you still angry with me?" it asked, its tone anxious. "I'll take you back in just a moment, Mother..."
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Arlyth glared. "As you wish, cousin." He said, his tone none too pleased. "Regardless, it is good to see you again. Where are we headed next?" The young elf paused, "I assume that the two priestesses will accompany me?" he asked, his tone almost as though he were addressing an equal, but still held a measure of respect for her.
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