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. It was the
first time Arryl had heard him talk. "But he's a cleric!"
"Yes, he is," Sunbrother snarled. "So?"
"Do not frighten him unnecessarily," the knight
warned.
"You there, BREED!" One of Sylverlin's trusted
gladiators struck Fen on the side of the head. "The guards
don't like quiet talk! Get movin'. Arack'll count all those
swords before he lets you back out of the storeroom!"
Fen Sunbrother staggered beneath the blow, grimaced,
and moved on, his younger companion struggling to keep
up. Tremaine thought over the half-elf's warning, but
remained unmoved. He could and would continue to resist,
despite whatever punishment Nelk or - more likely -
Sylverlin decided to mete out.
Arryl stared at the cleric, trying to will the man to meet
his gaze. Not once, however, did Gurim glance at him. The
inquisitor knew the knight was watching him, was
deliberately ignoring him. Arryl felt his temper rise. The
cleric was baiting him, and it was working.
The conversation between the gladiators and the cleric
was short, which might have been good or might have been
bad. Nelk and Sylverlin returned to the field. Brother
Gurim, accompanied by his two large shadows, departed
the arena
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