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Tancred fairly seems to grow in size, his sheer prescence dwarfing all around him. Holy light seems to glow around him, and he speaks with a voice of thunder, full of purpose and power. None could doubt, upon seeing this man, that he was a Hero.
"I am Tancred, a warrior from distant Lands! I seek Tundjuk the Red, a great Wyrm of hereabouts, that I might slay him! And I seek the wizard, Yaztromo, whose might is spoken of for many leagues around, and beseech him for aid. Would you be that puissant master of the magic arts?"
After this booming and heroic pronouncement, he turns to the company, with a childish grin on his face.
"Always wanted to say something like that."
He turns back to await the Wizard's reply.
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