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“I see you’re still here.” She went up to him, beckoning him to stand. He shook his head, eyes narrowed and simmering. “Like I’d stand for you. You’re going to burn me again, aren’t you?” “Hmm, viable.” She shrugged in non-disagreement. “But don’t you want to get out of here? I doubt festering at the foot of a Morilesian temple is at the top of your life goals, is it?” The man grumbled beneath his breath, in a language she couldn’t understand. His silk robes covered him from head to toe, with hints of a rune on the underside of his right wrist, flashing with every motion over his wounds. “Where is the Chalice going? Time’s of the essence here.” “Bah, it shouldn’t be in the hands of you bastards, anyway. It’s Helinda’s property.” She scoffed. “Well said ‘Helindian property’ can heal your wounds far better than your sleeve if you help me get it back. Do we have a deal?” Voices filled the chambers, the ground vibrations stronger with every second. “Last chance.” She put out her hand, clasping his right forearm in earnest. “North Arobyre, the Majkra Ljkoren.” Her fellow High Councillors acquainted with the shadows.