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Mystara wakes up to a jab at her ribs from a careless dirty boot. Two sets of eyes are looking down at her with two different expressions of the same emotion. Anger. Kalidor is angry at the witch for making him look like a fool in front of his own brother. He knows that Garrett would be a loose cannon without him, ready to self destruct at any moment. As long as he has respect for Kalidor, he listens. He can persuade his younger brother to stay away from trouble with his authority. As long as Garrett has someone to be disappointed in him, it keeps him straight. It keeps him alive. And if truth be told, Kalidor liked being with the witch, a lot. Which is probably what keeps his anger cascading into the day after the incident. Garrett on the other hand, is jealous that he wasn’t the one t