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Terrakis
He smiles, taking cold pleasure in the young one’s comment. The smile is brief, however, for his eyes narrow in appraisal of the ranger. Behind him blind Tyresias moves onto the stone plaza followed by the dwarves who bring forward the great runestone the party had found in the lair of fallen Adalon. “Yes,” he says, “indeed, it is time.” All again is silent as the giant draws his sword and once more the bite of the grave fills the air of this place.
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