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"We are a half-day's ride northwest of Istar, a safe
place, though we should not stay too long. You need to be
on your way, and I have to return - "
"You are RETURNING to Istar? To the Games?"
"Of course. I was on leave of absence to take Sylverlin's
body to his kin," Nelk said grimly. "His kin were jackals.
They enjoyed what was left. You did me that favor, Knight.
Sylverlin had discovered my secret and threatened to reveal
me. Sylverlin is dead and my secret is safe ... for a time.
Only you know that I am a cleric, and I doubt you would be
willing to inform Brother Gurim, would you?"
Tremaine did not reply.
Nelk nodded. "I thought not. It may be that Brother
Gurim or Arack or some other will discover that I have
been saving lives, but, until then, I will continue to serve
the goddess. There will be more like you. The inquisitors
are very busy men." The elf smiled, looking much like
Sylverlin at that moment. "If you are strong enough to ride,
I recommend you do. Best not to take chances." He tossed
the reins of both Arryl's steed and the pack animal to the
confused and bewildered knight.
"I refuse to thank you."
"I do what I must." Nelk waited until Tremaine had
mounted before adding, "If you could forego wearing your
armor until you are farther from Istar, I would recommend
it
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