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Thornden frowned and his jaw clenched. Yes, if the man was dangerous, then it would be up to him to go save Falco. But if he was only dangerous when Thornden was around, then it would do absolutely no good to go after him now. He felt half inclined to tell Garmund that they’d let Falco get himself out of the mess he’d gotten himself into, but he knew that he couldn’t do that.
The seconds dragged on into a minute, and then two. Garmund waited, a painfully rebuking look in his young face. Thornden finally made up his mind.
“I’ll go, Garmund, but you need to stay here. Whatever happens, I don’t want you getting hurt.”
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