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possible."
I growled in frustration, "Look, I've done nothing to harm your people,
everything to help you, and exposed a spy sent by one of your most
dangerous enemies. I feel I've earned a chance to plead my case."
Hargrimm tapped one finger bone against its staff, "I shall speak to the
Silent King on thy behalf."
"You didn't trust me all this time. Why should I trust you to do the same?"
"Thou hast no choice."
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"Quit pacing, chief. You're making me nervous."
With nothing to do, I found myself walking circles around the iron pews of
the church. The ghouls had ripped apart Soego's body by now and I didn't
feel like sleeping next to a freshly-killed corpse. I had gone over my
spellbook countless times by now, and was too antsy to discuss philosophy
with Dak'kon.
"I understand your frustration. However, the situation seems to be out of
our hands. Rest, meditate, and do what you can when the opportunity is
provided for you," Dak'kon added.
Despite the rare occasion where Dak'kon and Morte were were in
agreement, I couldn't accept my powerlessness in the Dead Nations. I had
done all I could, and now my fate was in the hands of Hargrimm, who had
been distrusting since the first day and who had refused my request to
appeal before their great leader and plead for my freedom.
"Dak'kon, you hail from the plane of Limbo, where the land itself roils and
tumbles in chaos."
He nodded, "It is through knowing ourselves that the Githzerai bring order
to the realm."
"You shape your own fates through will alone. I'm about to do the same."
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