Nephtys
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Barok snorts when reading the section about Kyle Radnal, "heh, poor fool." Then his expression becomes grimmer. "If the imperial army's healers could do nothing to cure the disease I don't see who could. The fairies and the fey would probably prefer the doom of humanity above risking themselves, the orcs would be worse than useless and who else do we have? Kel? Silas? No, I don't bloody think so." He throws the diary aside in disgust.
"And I don't think we can save anyone. Not this time, and not that way. The only one alive in this town is that madman, and only he knows the cure.
I'm not sure we can beat this, but maybe we can join it?"
"And I don't think we can save anyone. Not this time, and not that way. The only one alive in this town is that madman, and only he knows the cure.
I'm not sure we can beat this, but maybe we can join it?"
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