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(Two armored figures look over a rocky hilltop. The shorter one, Acolyte 1, looks through a small, cracked telescope)

ACOLYTE 1: I knew it. (Lowering the telescope) The grid book. Ironclad keepers have what’s ours. Preparing to challenge the Lord and Wizard, eh, acolytes?

ACOLYTE 2: Ransallet is not thus inclined. No raiding parties pertain to them. Therefore I doubt.

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