"Foolish brother," the second elf replied acidly, never making the slightest move from his cozy seat by the campfire. Xareen stroked Ruby gently. "Its obviously who we're supposed to meet. Dwarves dwell in the hills and mountains, not the plains."
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The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.