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"I expect nothing. I find it amusing to think that a
Knight of Solamnia, imprisoned by the Order of Paladine,
owes his life to a servant of his god's eternal foe."
Tremaine could not deny what the elf said, but he was
determined that neither Sargonnas nor Takhisis would ever
own the knight's soul. He would die first... again. "I am not
your slave, dark elf! Give me my sword and we will fight.
Fairly, this time."
"I will return your sword, Sir Knight, and the rest of
your belongings, which took some doing to procure. As for
a battle, that may yet be what the future holds for us, but
not now. I will not fight you. And I do not think you will
strike me." Nelk tossed the sword to the knight.
Tremaine caught the sheathed blade, but did not draw
his sword.
"If it will ease your conscience, I have no hold over
you. You may continue your way, free once more, but with
perhap's a little more understanding of the world." Nelk
smiled. "You have my word."
"What happens now? Where am I?" Arryl asked
gruffly. His greatest desire at the moment was to return to
the master keep of the knighthood and reorient his own
beliefs. The world that once had been black and white had
become too complex, too gray
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