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Endamir pulled his blade from the fallen Elf’s body and turned toward the two others who had protested the Master’s instructions. ‘Drop your weapons, insolent pups!’ he hissed at them, echoing the Smith’s own words. ‘Else you meet the same fate as your black-hearted companion!’
He brandished the bloodied sword at them. The silver chains moved relentlessly about the two men’s limbs he noted, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.
‘There is work to be done here. Great work! And all under the hand of the Master. Drop your weapons, you disobedient curs. The task is at hand . . .’
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