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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 1:38:51 GMT -5
Seeing nothing left but death, Beaumarin begins to sing a sad lament as he mounts his horse. He looks across to Horas to see if the Crow needs anything, but begins the long ride down.
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Post by Horas on Sept 20, 2007 2:33:42 GMT -5
Horas Blackwood stands on top of the mountain, alone. He stands there for a time, not moving, then begins searching for anything of value among the warlock's possessions. After that, he picks up the discarded golden mask and places it in his saddle bag.
Horas mounts his horse and rides back down the path.
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