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OLD LADY: Wears the wizard’s colors now, eh? (turning back towards the other 2) Maybe she’s gone over.

SPONDULE: (crouching down to look over the edge of the tier with Old Lady. Concerned) Gone over?

NOC: Abandoned you. A lucky thing, for a lowly Gleaner to find herself in good standing with a warlord of such power.

OLD LADY: I ain’t overly impressed with him, myself.

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