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Ydalon
His response was a cheerful grin.
"Looks like they're all there, and they've nowhere to run," Ydalon told them as he walked to the door.
He looked into the room ahead, rubbed his hands, and reached for the reinforced timber.
"My lords," he addressed the villains with courtesy and smile, "let all the Ryrdal praise your reluctant generosity."
Before the first bandit was half-way towards him, the old oak was well shut and barred.
"I'd say you drag something heavy over here and start looking for supplies to lend or chip."
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