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AZZINER: And how many have you lived, Armsman? Maybe you’ll live another. Stay with us a while, as a friend. If you wish. Forget your contract.

(Noc and Azziner approach each other, beside the foot of Yorel’s tower. Chendry lies sprawled on the ground)

NOC: Stay with--

(incensed) Stay with you?! Why-- Why would I linger in this blighted place?

(Out of Noc’s view, Yorel emerges from behind the tower, stepping onto a mound at its base. He holds a knife)

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