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32 Cryxatum XIVPF
Tarfuss strode through the drafty fortress, this time not in hard worn travel gear, but his uniform which was impeccably neat. He needed no directions to Avornmagor's office this time and made good time getting there. He knocked sharply thrice on the door and waited for instructions to enter and then did so, marching to the front of Eyvind's desk and barking, "Spear Deakin Tarfuss son of Glinn, reporting as ordered, Sir!"
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"You are Legionnaires in order to die. I am sending you where you can die." French General
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