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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wulf Ratbane" data-source="post: 2973478" data-attributes="member: 94">Eh, what’s good for Bill is good for the rest of you. Rodrigo can choose to know or not know what’s going on with you guys, too.EVERYBODY ELSE[sblock]The palanquin fled the city unimpeded, though they did not slow or stop until they were safely back inside the walls of the Pylon Stronghold. Sol’tur greeted Sil’saar as they entered.“Lock the gates and allow no one to enter!” Sil’saar ordered.Sol’tur cast his eyes down. “Vert’jaal already awaits you within,” Sol’tur said. “Shall I have him killed?”“That one has the favor of the Unmentionable One,” Sil’saar muttered. “How could he arrive here ahead of us?”“He has not waited long, he arrived only minutes before you. Shall I return these… slaves… to the dungeon?” Sol’tur’s guards were already moving to surround the litter.“No,” Sil’saar said, his slitted eyes shifting craftily. “Lock them in one of the spare apartments, and post a discreet guard.”"Wait," said Gru'tur. The old gladiator stepped forward and politely recovered his gurak from Teddy. A look of anger and utter contempt twisted Sol'tur's face, but neither of the grizzled bru warriors said a word.The rest of the heroes were disarmed and led away, up a flight of stairs to a comfortable apartment. Brigitta and Haskins took a seat at the table in the front room; Teddy paced the floor while Joshua watched, and Rawley stumbled into the back room to collapse on the bed.They did not wait long before a slave appeared, bearing food and drink suitable for them. Haskins took a quick peek out the door as the slave entered—only four guards, but at least one of them bore officer’s insignia. He suspected the others were elite troops; he anticipated no less.“The slave,” whispered Brigitta, as the slave crossed the room to set down a large platter. “Yes,” said Joshua, sidling up next to her. “Sutu!”The slave looked up. Recognition flashed in his eyes for the briefest of moments—but the moment passed. They were dead eyes—no life, no passion, no hope lit them. Rawley groaned and shouted from the bedroom. “Do we have a plan yet?”I’ll make a sudden stop here for interruptions, but if “actions” are not forthcoming, I’ll continue with things for you to “react” to.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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