He smirks, but his eyes betray his fear. "I am Andros. And that's all I'll give you."
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know, pitiful exiles!"
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"Yes. Exiles! Running around here like worms with your tiny magicks and your precious Scimitar. Why don't you just kill me! I'm not going to tell you a thing."
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"You tell them that this base will be replaced by two, then four! For every one of you down there, there are a hundred above! You have no chance. You won't even make a dent." He smirks, then backs away. "And I won't tell you where the treasure is."
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He looks at you slyly. "Yes. There is a treasure. Why don't you go looking for it? Just leave me here. You get the treasure and I live. That's a fair deal." He snivels slightly.
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"Well, you want one survivor to tell of your mighty blow against the Empire, don't you? And couldn't the survivor just as well be me?" His eyes have a feral glow to them. "I'll you'll let me live, I'll tell you about the scroll."
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"That's what we have. We took it from a dragon! It's valuable! Take it, and let me go! Please!" Andros begins to make a pathetic spectacle of himself, what little courage he managed to scrape up earlier gone.
