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"Welcome to the quest. My uncle. . . what you do to him is your own accord. I do not care what happens to him and his treachery any more. He has not looked for my sister or my father's murderer. He advised all to stay put. Just as you do, Cordelia," she spat out. She smiled at the man. Her first questman. Yes, this is what she needed to do.
She heard someone talk to her and turned to look at the man. Her heart stopped. Could it really be? Is it. . . her mind could barely think.
"Thomas? Is that really you. Well my land! Look how much you've sprout up. Good gosh! The last I saw you. . . it was better time then. Oh Thomas. What you have heard is probably true," she said, embracing him in a large hug. They had been such good friends.
"I have missed you very much, Thomas. I need your help. Desperately. They have taken Sandrina. Alexander is trying to find her. Father is murdered and I can't hold the homestead much longer. I am running out of time and options. Join my quest to find my sister and avenge father. Please Thomas. Please," she asked him after pulling away from their hug.
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