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. He
drew forth a scroll from the bosom of robes that were rich
and snowy white - a marked contrast to the worn and
shabby clothing of those who hung upon his every word.
"First: no elf, dwarf, kender, gnome, or anyone with so
much as a drop of blood of any of these races is to be
allowed in the city. Any now residing here will be expelled.
Any caught here in the future will be put to death."
The people looked at each other, muttered their
approval.
"Second: any wizard or wizardess, witch or warlock,
apprentice mage, sorcerer or sorceress" - the man ran out of
breath, paused to catch it - "caught within these city walls
will be put to death."
This met with nods and shrugs and even some
incredulous laughter, as though such an occurrence was
almost beyond the realm of possibility. Palanthas had
divested itself of such evil long ago, though at a heavy cost.
"Third" all Knights of Solamnia - "
Boos and hisses and angry shouts interrupted the
speaker. He smiled in satisfaction and raised his voice to be
heard above the uproar.
"All Knights of Solamnia or any member of a knight's
family found henceforth within the city limits shall be
expelled!"
A loud cheer.
"All lands and goods and properties of said Knights of
Solamnia shall be confiscated and turned over to the
people!"
An even louder cheer.
Now it was Nikol who flushed in anger and seemed
about to speak.
"Are YOU mad?" Michael whispered, wrapping her cloak
more closely about the telltale breastplate, twitching the
folds over the sword in its antique silver sheath, decorated
with kingfisher and crown
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