"Imagine what harm someone getting in there could do!"
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inte@know
1
"To one of the northern islands, a bunch of scattered islands to the northwest. Hard to get to. In Empire territory. Still, it's interesting knowledge."
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move
1
"Elderan was the chief record keeper. All sort of information passed through here, all about the Empire's forces down here. But not long ago, I overheard the records were moved!"
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reco
1
He grins evilly. "Useful to Exile. For example, did you know that this tower used to be used to store records?"
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usef
1
"In the next cell. Two of us named Bill. What are the odds?"
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bill
1
"It's my curse."
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glyp
1
"Elderan puts it on all his prisoners. If we step out of the tower, we die. I'll live the rest of my life in here. So will Bill. But until then, I can try to be useful."
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brea@curs
1
"Trying to break this curse."
He looks up as if unsurprised to see you. "I'm Bill. Hello."
An unwatched, scruffy man sits hunched in the corner, his mage's robes hanging loosely from his emaciated form. His fingers trace idly over a glyph on his forehead.
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stnd
1
"Don't ask. You don't want to know."
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expe
0
"With death. I'm ready to die. I just hope it's not in an experiment."
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peac
0
"I saw him die. He tried to run, but didn't get three steps before he keeled over. So I came back to my cell, to make my peace."
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comm@houg
0
He lifts his hair from his forehead, revealing an odd symbol. "I'm cursed. I can never leave this tower. I die if I do. My commander, Houghton, tried it."
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dedi@evil
0
"Elderan isn't really evil, you know? Just dedicated." He thinks. "No, that's wrong. He is evil. Dedicated, and evil." He continues to be strangely detached.
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elde@deal
0
"For Elderan to deal with me."
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wait
0
He looks strangely vacant, as if there was no point in talking to you. "Waiting."
He seems glad to see you, but not very. Odd. "I'm Bill."
You meet an archer of Exile, imprisoned in this cell. His captors haven't even bothered to strip him of his bow, arrows, and armor.
