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. Krynos moved in to finish
the fight and his opponent with one thrust.
Garrick fell to the ground, untouched by the general's
blade.
Krynos stood there, staring at the body. The torturer
rushed over and turned the knight face up. The reptilian face
moved to within an inch of Garrick's. After a quick
examination, the draconian looked up at his lord.
"He is dead. His wounds must have been more than he
could stand."
"It's a wonder he lived through what he did." The
general sheathed his weapon. "He was half-dead when the
patrol brought him in. I wonder why."
"What shall I do with him, master?"
"Bury him. He deserves that much - fool that he was."
"As you command." The draconian left the tent.
General Krynos, late of Culthairai, studied the figure
sprawled before him and sighed. He had been hoping for
much more from the knight. The war had grown dull.
The four soldiers that buried Garrick, Knight of
Solamnia, were half-asleep. Most of them were sweating
profusely, despite the cool breeze blowing. One had to be
excused to seek out a cleric after he nearly fell into the hole.
The remaining three continued their work, trying to finish
the job quickly and get back to more important things, like
their card game
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