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Detheriel
With a snort, Detheriel removed his knife from the vicinity of the bandit's neck. He had been keeping a close watch on the fanatic and certainly wasn't about to be caught napping by so obvious a ploy.
"We'll have none of that!" he said gruffly, giving the arrow shaft a good twist to make his point.
Nevertheless, despite his vigilance, he decided to stand up and moved to a position directly above the bandit's head where he could minimise the chances of something similar occurring again.
Scowling he looked at Telryn. "I don't trust him for one second" he remarked. "We need to truss him up so tight he can't even think of his damned Master! I have some rope in my pack, but it's back at the campsite. He saw Ydalon enter the clearing on the far side. "Hmmm, unless Ydalon has some, that would be easier."
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