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Plaxica 11/85
"I have heard many tales about you, and I would be more than willing to help you in your fight against the shadow." - he paused wetting his parched lips with his tongue - "Yet I am wounded and weary, for I come from a battle against minions of the Mage of Shadow. The one known as Andrion and a drow were attacking those who tried to block their way to Larry when I fled." - he hung his head in shame.
"I met Andrion twice earlier today. The first time there were five guards with me and the mage took care of all of them with a spell of Horrid Wilting which caused the spirit inside me to take on a consciousness of its own and it brought me out of danger then. The second time I met the mage there was the Inquisitor Marcos, Vincent, Silt and several guards, yet through manipulation of time and well-placed spells the mage clearly had the edge. I was attacking him in hand to hand combat, when a spell he had previously prepared came into effect and nearly killed me."
He lowered his head and looked at his boots while he spoke.
"That was the second time that the spirit inside took over control of my actions, and again brought me out of the danger, yet I can not help but feel that I have betrayed those I left in the castle of Lesismoore."
Here Plaxica paused for several seconds, trying to gather his thoughts.
"So, I would be willing to help you, yet I do not know whether with my injuries and weariness I shall be of much help to you."
He lifted his head back up and looked into the eyes of the druidess.
"What would you have me do?"
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