After clicking their heels, the Minionsran from the room. ”“That’s a patrol?” Tristan shouted against the wind. ”Tristan took another drink. “It’s from Tristan!” she shouted as she tore it open.
Taking his sword into both hands the Zorian raised it vertically, readying its blade toplunge straight down into Tristan’s back. “Time will tell,” he answered. Closing his eyes for a moment, he shook his head. A strange white fog billowed from the pot’s lip, itsclouds disappearing as they drifted gently down.
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