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... a loose formation on an opposite hill. A little rivulet ran across the ground between us, the water flowing along and masking the tense atmosphere with gentle murmurs.
They had set Amaryllis aside, the Lancer holding his spear close to her neck in an obvious sign that they could hurt her at any moment.
Level check, the leader said.
One of the cervids glared my way. He wasnt one of the two that had attacked me at the bridge, which meant he had to be Three. Shes... level s ...
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