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The general's eyes flared. "Do you swear to that?"
Garrick avoided the binding trap by repeating his
statement once more. As he hoped, his refusal to swear only
convinced Krynos even more that there were other knights
lurking around somewhere near or in the forest ahead.
The general let Garrick's head drop. He paced the width
of the tent several times before the sudden presence of the
dark cleric brought him to a startled halt. The cleric stared
at the general and then at the prisoner, who was struggling
feebly with the bonds. Nothing of the cleric was visible save
his hands.
"You have need of my services, General Krynos?"
"Regretfully so. I need information from this man, and
you know how stubborn Knights of Solamnia can be."
"A Solamnic Knight? Here?"
"Are your ears still stuffed with the chants and
incantations of your order? A Knight of Solamnia, found in
the woods - and where there's one, there's more. I want the
truth from him. Beware, though. He is not in the best of
condition. I fear my men must have mussed him up a little
bit too hard."
The cleric drew back his hood. Garrick had the brief
notion that he was being visited by Death itself. The cleric
was emaciated beyond normal tolerances
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