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. "Spectators!" With his
blade, he pointed to their right.
Brother Gurim was once again in the stands. The hood
covered his unsightly features, but Arryl had now learned
to look for the gloves. Brother Gurim gestured to Nelk.
The maimed elf gave Arryl a long, intense look and
whispered, "You may have lost your last chance, human
fool!"
Nelk and Sylverlin went over to talk with Brother
Gurim. The two had barely departed when Fen Sun-brother
and the boy, struggling beneath weaponry enough to arm a
legion, joined the knight. Arms full, the boy smiled
cautiously at Tremaine, who nodded in return.
"What did the Cursed One want of you?" Fen asked.
Arryl's brow knitted. "Cursed One?"
"You don't know what 'Nelk' means in Elvish, do you?
Never mind. Did he threaten to have you beaten?"
"He said nothing of that, but I think something is going
to happen soon."
The half-elf shook his head. "And you'll just let it happen
to you! You'll take their punishment... or the axe if they
decide you're not worth the time. Mark me, Tremaine.
Brother Gurim has let you live this long for a reason. He
has a reputation for playing games with his victims."
"Is he really that bad?" the boy asked shyly
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