(you stand in the ruins of the dark Lord castle. All that remains of his legacy. The castle collapse in response off his fall. As you fumble through the rubble you are suddenly entwined by chains. They pin you in place as a large but elegant woman in armour marches towards you. Her face stern as to tell you she in no mood for humour). By Hextor what are you doing here? Are you one of those misguided fools that still support the dark Lord? (she pull the chain tight) don't even think of lying!
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