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Disappointed, the draconian put down the instrument and
waited for further orders. Krynos turned his attention back
to his prisoner.
"Where are your companions, Garrick? How do they
plan to meet us? In one massive charge on the field? Sounds
foolish, but I know your Order. I wanted to become of your
kind before I came to my senses and turned to the Queen."
Earlier, such a statement might have stung Garrick.
Now, though, he was well beyond such petty things. It was
difficult enough just to remain conscious, much less be
bothered by meaningless slurs from the tongue of his foe.
The general snapped his fingers. Ssaras scurried over to a
pile of odds and ends and picked something up. Garrick
gradually identified it as his own shield. The general took it
from the draconian and looked at it with some amusement.
"Perhaps I am overestimating the noble Knights of
Solamnia. Perhaps they are indeed skulking around in the
woods, hiding out of sight, fighting like elves or gully
dwarves - with no honor - coming from behind their
opponents." He dropped the shield and spat on the front.
One heavy boot came down on the wet spot. With little
effort, Krynos had put a great dent in the shield
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