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. The soldiers gave no reason for his arrest,
something unheard of in my country. He was chained and
dragged - "
"I'm certain there was a PROPER reason for it, Master
Tremaine," Brek interrupted quickly. His smile suddenly
seemed strained. "Will you be staying for the Games,
Master? Rumor has it that there will be something special
going on this time. Some say the Kingpriest himself will
attend!"
"I do not believe in these so-called Games. And I've
seen enough of the Kingpriest, thank you." Everywhere
Tremaine wandered through the vast city, with its tall white
towers and extravagantly gilded temples, he saw the
benevolent image of the holy monarch smiling down at
him. The many majestic banners, which had initially
reminded Tremaine of his training days at Vingaard Keep,
all bore a stylized profile of the Kingpriest. Sculpted faces,
like the one that hung high on the wall behind Master Brek,
invoked a frozen blessing on the knight.
Worse yet were the statues, especially the one
portraying the Kingpriest holding a smiling baby in one
hand and a writhing, many-headed snake in the other. The
snake was some artist's interpretation of the dark goddess
Takhisis, Paladine's eternal nemesis
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