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Her expression was not pleased, nor did she take any pains to hide in, but rather than argue the point further, simply inclined her head coolly.
“I am sure that he will tell me himself, in time, if it is important.” Isokla replied softly, and added as the smile returned to her face, “I am glad you enjoyed it." She was pleased that Detheriel enjoyed her cooking, and offered, “If you care for some more..."
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Meanwhile...
Nivram had a choice to make - and one he must make quickly. After Eruwin were the four men - all closing the gap between them, cutting the distance at an alarming rate. They would reach him within seconds. All were brandishing weapons and had masks of murder on them. They wanted nothing more than to see his blood spill. All were armed with crude swords, knives and one even had an axe. There could be no doubt that they were the bandit forces employed by the Lords of Vision; their garb was identical(if a bit ragged) to those who had assaulted Isokla on the bridge...
Their eyes told Nivram that if he dared to interefere, it would be his life as well.
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