28″Teclis breathed out the cold winter air. The Loremaster of Ulthuan had recieved a vision recently of a girl running ashore, unconscious and alone, and thus, despite his better judgement, Teclis was here, the winds of magic dancing around him, and he gripped the Staff of Lileath tightly. "If only Tyrion were here, his diplomacy would be much better..." Teclis muttered under his breath.
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