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Spellcraft
Julian turned back around to find the other brigands down. Raedrick and Selam stood nearby, their curved blades red with the blood of many foes. Before them, only Isenholf stood. His pale face was streaked with blood from a cut over his left temple. It made a nice counterpoint to his other scar, really. He no longer wore his mocking expression. In fact, his eyes danced from Raedrick to Selam to Julian nervously. But he did not back down or lower his sword.
"The offer still stands, Theobald," Raedrick said across the intervening distance between them. "Ride away now, and we will not follow. You've lost a lot of men today, but you don't have to die as well."
Isenholf chuckled. "I have not yet played all my cards, Baletier." He c****d his head to the side and shouted, "Loren
