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- “Well, there isn’t much to say,” one of the men said. “He attacked us. Threw an Awakened rope at poor Taff, who got tied up immediately. Rariv and I ran for help. Lolan stayed behind.”
- Lightsong looked at the third man. “You stayed back? Why?”
- “To help Taff, of course,” the man said.
- Lying, Lightsong thought. Looks too nervous. “Really?” he said, stepping closer.
- The man looked down. “Well, mostly. I mean, there was the sword, too . . .”
- “Oh, right,” another said. “He threw a sword at us. Strangest thing.”
- “He didn’t draw it?” Lightsong asked. “He threw it?”
- The men shook their heads. “He threw it at us, sheath and all. Lolan picked it up.”
- “I thought I’d fight him,” Lolan said.
- “Interesting,” Lightsong said. “So you two left?”
- “Yeah,” one of the men said. “When we came back with the others—after getting around that blasted squirrel—we found Lolan on the ground, unconscious, and poor Taff . . . well, he was still tied up, though the rope wasn’t Awakened anymore. He’d been stabbed straight through.”
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