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With Paladine's help, Sturm slowly returned from death's grip.
We spent the rest of the night in Feal-Thas's library, warmed there
by the fire, protected from minotaur and thanoi. But we were not
attacked. After we deposited the remains of the Highlord's body in
the courtyard, his former minions did not disturb us. I think they
fled. I didn't blame them. He didn't appear to have been a kindly
master.
Or perhaps they sensed that in the next room, while a
courageous elf maiden, a precocious kender, and two very
different knights slept. Good struck another blow in its
battle against Evil. Elistan and I discussed this, as we
prayed and talked all through the night. When the two
moons gave way to the sun that mom-ing, I, Raggart, cleric
of the Ice Folk had became a long-awaited true cleric of
Paladine.
I settled back from the flames, my voice scratchy from
the lengthy tale. Though tired, I was reluctant to leave the
warmth of the fire and my memories. Closing my eyes, I
breathed deeply.
"Did the great chief Harald keep his promise to not harm
Laurana's friends?" Laina asked, though she knew the
answer from previous tellings of the tale.
"He did, but while we fought minotaurs and thanoi in
Icewall Castle, others of their races attacked our village in
what has become known as the Battle of the Ice Reaches.
Many of our people were killed, as well as the knights Aran
and Brian. I'm told they fought valiantly
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