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Pagdal turned to watch the town of Fallfell implode upon itself. “I see. And at what point does it become your battle?” “Priest, I don’t know you. I find a taint of duplicity that lingers on your lips.” The shadow man turned to leave, “I don’t deal in battles but in wars.” **** “How you feeling?” Arastor sipped water. His lips were still crusted with dried blood. “Like I came out of the ass end of a Bugbear.” Rain chuckled, “Your sickness didn’t kill your sense of humor.” “It nearly killed all of me.” “The Queen thinks it has something to do with the Death Knight.” “No. The rock. Like the one that burned my hands. Something in the rocks.” “Not all the rocks.” King Gimadin walked through the double doors. “Only certain rocks make us sick. Though I was hoping that the stones would n