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06-02-2006, 05:19 PM
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Elf Lord
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"I'd be surprised if they hadn't followed us," she replied dryly. Nessa halted her horse and turned around in the saddle to see the rest of the group. "All right, everyone!" she said, voice booming. "I want five able-bodied men to come with me into the city. The rest of you stay here to guard the body. If you see those desert men again, draw weapons first and ask questions later."
Nessa clicked to her horse and trotted off into Umbar.
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