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“South?” Leaping Elk repeated, not understanding why a Wizard from Burrow would battle a Wizard coming from the south, from the general direction of Emparia Castle. “Did you recognize either Wizard?” Frowning, Slithering Snake glanced at the woman. Leaping Elk understood immediately. Usually, he and Slithering Snake conversed freely, no one else in the band understanding the Southern tongue. He shrugged it off as unimportant. “The Traitor?” Slithering Snake nodded, not surprised his liege lord would guess. South was the general direction of Emparia Castle. While Lurking Hawk had been beyond the usual range of the sectathon's talent, the emissions during the psychic battle had contained enough signature information that the latter had been able to identify the former. “Elephant Lord,” L