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. Even Vergrim had fallen prey to it.
Vergrim with his power, his spells, his ability to read what others
felt. All the Black Robe had found was the desire to help.
That was the piece of the puzzle still hidden. They could have
killed him, several times over. He had certainly been careless
enough, pretending to be the mighty conqueror of a handful of
peaceful elves. They could have killed him in his sleep.
They had done nothing.
He reached the outskirts of the village, half-expecting battle. The
elves were nowhere to be seen. Neither was Vergrim. But Sith and
the patrol were awaiting him. His second-in-command jumped to
attention.
"Your orders, captain?"
B'rak surveyed the village, the trap, and hissed, "I want this
village burned to the ground! I want the elves slaughtered, their
bodies burned! Start with the hostages! The responsibility is yours.
Be prepared for battle! This is a trap! I must seek the Black Robe
out before it is too late!"
Sith grinned as the captain hurried by. His teeth glittered in the
sun as he barked out orders. Here, at last, was what he had been
waiting for. Here was action. He pulled a burning stick out of a
fire some of the warriors had built earlier. Others followed his
example.
It was then a race to see who would be the one to start the
inferno.
B'rak was nearly spent by the time he reached the dwelling
where the elves had housed the stricken warrior
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