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had been wrapped around. “Do tell me though, can you describe the man that gave this to you?”
    James listened, Zen stared, Gwenne rolled her eyes, and none of them noticed Shinayne as she slipped in to the chamber. The elven noble had met Sir Savanno and the Bishop in the great hall below as she had been heading for rest. Denied again by pressing matters, she was about to inform Kalzarius. This recollection from the horned warrior seemed more interesting to her for the moment.
    The gray gladiator r ecounted his escape from Unlinn and his battles with other minotaurs along the way. He described the dark stone chamber, vast and open, somewhere between the slave city and the surface of the lost city of Arouland as he came to know it. James’ blue eyes beamed with intensity as he spoke of the trolls that were tearing this man there with their claws, but not leaving a mark. “And after I killed them, these blue eyes from under his long hair and beard simply called to me, and I could not stop looking. He was as big as me, fit and healthy besides ages of dirt. The chains were thick enough for a giant, but his eyes glowed that blue, inhuman and strong, and soothed me. I cut his chains, strong as they were, and again he just stared. It was the strangest thing, for he did not speak. I blinked after, I am not sure how long, and when I opened my eyes he was gone. My wounds were healed, and there was this scroll in my hand. That was it.”
    Everyone stood in awe, looking at the scroll, then to the minotaur, then to Kalzarius. James could not have described the man better, having seen the same thing thirteen years prior, in the same exact place , and twice since then. He had accepted the last wo sightings a personal affect of his troubles with the wine, or lack thereof, and kept them to himself . “Impossible.” The knight shook his head.
    “N o, James Andellis, it is not.” t he wizard nodded toward the man at the door, realizing it was the Lord Knight Errant of Harlaheim. He motioned for the lord to enter, and continued with his lecture.
    Savanno bowed to all present, deep and sweeping as was etiquette in Har laheim. His head and face bearing a slight dash of gray stubble from his pious trimming, and his decorated uniform impeccable. All was shining on this lord, from polished black high boots, to his brass handled rapier, even his bracers and chainmail were shining from oil and care. The gold trimmed tabard was of thin leather, black with the gold crown and rose emblem through it that was the crest of the kingdom he served. Unlike most lords of the realm, Savanno did wear a white armband with the red feathered cross of Alden to show his faith and devotion to the God of Mercy and Heaven as being above his loyalty to the throne .
    “Greetings Kalzarius, and the rest of you. It is an honor.” His voice was soft and genuine. “ I am Lord Knigh t Errant Savanno Lisario, thank you for permitting me . The Bishop waits down stairs, but please, continue.” h is sincerity was barely more than his excitement, as his brown eyes widened seeing the blue light emitting from the age old paper. He had heard much of Saberrak the gray minotaur, Lady Shinayne, and Gwenneth Lazlette. Savanno had the recent pleasure s of long talks with Aze anairk Thalanaxe and the Knight James Andellis as well. Kalzarius was an old friend of his father who had passed years ago, so the Lord Knight Errant, highest of all the knighted in Harlaheim, felt very much at home among those present. He longed to hear the tales, the mystery, and the words of those that had found the lost brother to Alden, and a scroll written of his own flesh and blood.
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    Bishop Javiel paced patiently, his white robes with red trim and the feathered cross on its front and back flowed behind his steps. Older, but not elderly like his wizardly rival Kalzarius, his patience had limits. It had been over an hour, perhaps not, yet he looked in one of the ornate