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She puts down the black box and gracefully walks towards the narrow exit from her chamber. In the room beyond you see a stocky Ookor clad in polished bronze armour, waiting patiently for you to appear. ‘There is T’uk T’ron,’ she says fondly. ‘He will be your guide.’
The creature brings himself stiffly to attention and salutes you with pride. ‘I am honoured to have been chosen,’ he says, using a language that approximates to your own. You return his salute then bid your thanks and farewell to Serocca.
‘You will succeed,’ she whispers, as she kisses your cheek. ‘You must succeed.’
