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Suddenly the evil wizard cries out in pained surprise and throws his claw-tipped hands into the air. A sparkling bolt, which was destined to seal your doom, arcs from his staff and blows a man-sized hole in the wall of the fortress. As the resultant smoke and dust slowly clears, you see Captain Prarg standing over the body of the slain wizard with a bloodied sword held in his hand. With a cry of victory, he leaps over the crumpled corpse and comes rushing down the steps to help free you from the tangle of bodies.
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‘Well met, Sire,’ he says excitedly. ‘I feared you were dead and buried at the Temple of Antah.’
‘I, too, thought you dead, Prarg,’ you reply, thankful to see him still alive. ‘Yet it seems that fate has decreed otherwise.’
‘I was lucky,’ he says, ‘I escaped from Magnaarn. But come, Sire. There’s no time for tales now. We must away from here. Follow me; I know where the Warlord is hiding.’
