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„He won’t come again“, Anvael assured Vrassun. He had no idea what Malkaer had done in Ire or why he had gone there, but he would have a word with his brother once they were safely back home. The Thane would not sneak around the orcish fortress anymore!
“Rest assured, he won’t leave Taralon again in the near future.” What had Malkaer been thinking, spying on the orcs? He of all people should have known better!
He looked at his brother. Apart from the mark he had received, Malkaer looked relatively healthy, and his wounds were superficial at best and would heal quickly. He hadn’t suffered any permanent damage in Ire, it seemed.
“Give him something to wear, a cloak at least”, he commanded the guards that were waiting outside the circle and turned back to Vrassun. He didn’t dare to show more interest in Malkaer than was appropriate for a man that had been caught sneaking around Ire and put them all in danger.
“I have more to say”, he confirmed. “When we last met, you said that we shouldn’t make all the decisions in one brightening. You suggested another meeting to work out the details of this new treaty. This is why I’m here.”
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