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. "Raag's quick in the head when
he needs to be, not to mention having a skin as tough as a
breastplate."
"I am well aware of both my limitations and his,
Sylverlin. Best to worry about your own. If we had been
dueling to the death, I would have crushed your rib cage
after that last ploy of yours."
"You mean the opening I left? Wasn't a mistake, my good
friend." Sylverlin bowed in mockery to Arryl, then slid off
in the opposite direction Raag had gone.
"I knew it was not," the elf commented with a wry
smile, his voice loud enough for the knight to hear. "Why
else would I have avoided it?" The elf's slanted eyes
returned to Arryl. "As for you, you will fight, human. You
will fight for the simple reason that you will die if you do
not. You ... and others because of you." His glance went, as
if by accident to the half-elf and the boy. "For now, you
should get something to eat, I think. You will need your
strength today. That is a promise. Go with them."
He pointed to several gladiators who leered at the
newcomers and made crude comments about "last meals"
Arryl stiffened and reached for a sword that wasn't at his
side. Nelk laughed and sauntered away.
The half-elf leaned toward Arryl and whispered, "They
will kill us on the spot if you choose to give them trouble
now! Best to live and find a better moment, human!"
Tremaine reluctantly gave in and started walking
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