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. One of them nodded to Arryl's
guide.
"Enter."
The guards shoved Arryl forward, as if HE were the
prisoner ! He glared at them angrily.
The room was lit by only a handful of torches, but it
was still enough light to allow Arryl Tremaine to study his
surroundings. The contrast between this chamber and the
rest of the temple was astonishing. It seemed that the
original builders had forgotten to finish this room once the
walls were up. To be sure, the familiar banners and masks
commemorating the Kingpriest were present, but little else.
The only furniture consisted of a table and three chairs atop
a dais.
The doors behind them closed.
Three hooded and robed figures entered from a side
door that the knight had not noticed in the dim light. They
all wore the same robes that Brother Gurim and the cleric
beside him wore, white with a silver stripe running across
the chest. Tremaine guessed now what that symbol meant.
These specific clerics served as the keepers of justice in the
Kingpriest's city.
Their hoods masking their features, the three
newcomers sat down in the chairs and faced the group. The
one in the center clasped his hands together and asked, "Is
this the one involved in the struggle, Brother Efram?"
Arryl's companion stepped through the line of guards
and took a position two or three feet in front
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