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.
He seems glad to see you, but not very. Odd. "I'm Bill."
He looks strangely vacant, as if there was no point in talking to you. "Waiting."
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wait
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"For Elderan to deal with me."
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elde@deal
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"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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dedi@evil
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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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comm@houg
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"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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peac
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"With death. I'm ready to die. I just hope it's not in an experiment."
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expe
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"Don't ask. You don't want to know."
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stnd
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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.
He looks up as if unsurprised to see you. "I'm Bill. Hello."
"Trying to break this curse."
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brea@curs
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"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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glyp
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"It's my curse."
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bill
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"In the next cell. Two of us named Bill. What are the odds?"
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usef
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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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reco
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"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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move
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"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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inte@know
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"Imagine what harm someone getting in there could do!"
