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... ned to Castle Ironmoor, to stand before the Baron and wrestle help from his iron fist. Well, to be more accurate, I was seated across the table from him, untouched scones and heated wakebrew on a plate before me.
Cold though the man was, no one could accuse Londor Ironmoor of being uncourteous to his guests. Even if he merely went through the motions, the perceived hospitality was still there.
And so you have returned to me. He spoke, leaned to the side, jaw propped against his f ...
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