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SPONDULE: Arright. (He stands, hands on hips) How do we get out of here?

CONSCRIPT 1: (a hooded figure, sitting in a group of 3, their back to Spondule) No, Acolyte. You give yourself. (Turning towards him) We thought as you, once. But the Lord and Wizard will conquer, and what then will it serve us to resist?

SPONDULE: I DISAGREE!

OLD LADY: Oughtn’t talk to them, boy.

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