The church clock tower's sonorous chimes pierced the air. You sprinted from the sanctuary to Sir Gideon's post, breathless. "Her Eminence commands our withdrawal from the city," you gasped. “We're to rendezvous with her before departing. The undead draw near."
Sir Gideon's eyebrow arched. A hint of excitement danced in his eyes. "At last, a challenge worthy of my prowess." He rose, his movements fluid. "Let us proceed with haste."
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