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“There
are rumors that Zafiah has returned,” Lord Aydan said. “Is that why you’ve
increased the patrols around the castle?”
Cridan turned to regard Duke Morwyn with disdain instead
of answering Aydan's question. “Why are you here? Have
you switched allegiances?”
“My fealty is to you, my lord, as always.” The man gave a quick bow but avoided
Cridan's piercing gaze.
“Really?” Cridan arched an eyebrow.
“I bring news from Callenbar, my lord. I lost
three men and two rishans to witchwolf attacks on the way here. If it hadn’t been for my
stumbling upon Lord Aydan’s camp four nights ago, I would have
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“Witchwolves?”
Cridan asked. "Have you lost your mind?"
"If he has, then it was a mass hallucination," Aydan
replied.
"If it was a real witchwolf then why is he still alive?"
"Because I killed it."
Cridan stared at him.
"And you're here, why? To ask for thanks for conveniently saving my duke?"
"I came to ask why you're trying to kill me."
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