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The figures raised their heads slightly, but not even for me to catch more than a sight of white whiskers and drooping beards.
The greeter hurried down the aisle like a nervous bride out of step with the bridal music and bowed before them. “Forgive me for disturbing you, my lords, but-” The central figure raised one pale, gnarly old hand so the palm faced the greeter.
“Bring them closer,” his gravely voice commanded. The greeter stepped aside and we were escorted to the front. The elder waved his hand at the guards. “Step back.
“A moment, High Wizard,” one of the others spoke up. It was the one who wore pink. He gestured to us. “We should retain the guards. They could be dangerous.”
“We’re confused, not dangerous,” I spoke up.
Pinkie turned his hooded face toward me. His
