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"Leave him be," ordered Nelk. He made Tremaine
stand aside while the elf took the half-elf and the boy and
added them to another group of mixed unfortunates.
Sylverlin glowered, obviously disappointed. He obeyed
Nelk, however, though he flashed the elf a vicious glance
that Nelk saw but ignored. The abandoned sword remained
at the knight's feet, as if a challenge of some sort. Arryl
folded his arms and stood unmoving the rest of the
afternoon.
At the end of the day, he again expected to be
punished. Nelk ordered Arryl into the line with the others.
That was all. No mention of punishment. Sylverlin joined
Nelk; the two seemed as attached as two branches of the
same tree. They walked off together, now apparently the
best of friends.
During the evening meal, the half-elf chose to join
Arryl. No one else sat near them. The other men, both
veteran gladiators and newcomers, were unwilling to sit
next to either a Solamnic warrior who had fought the city
guard or a half-elf whose crime was the fact that he
existed. The only one who seemed to want to join them
was the peasant boy, who also sat alone. He gave the two
of them a shy, nervous smile, obviously hoping to be
invited. Tremaine started to signal him over, but his
companion shook his head
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