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We have arrived at Honey Lodge, a small hamlet. I stay in the tap-room. Trost, Paido and I talk for a bit about war and such. The talk of soldiers.
Trost swallows the last drop of ale and turns his head to see what is attracting your attention. He catches sight of the new passenger and begins to choke.
'By the stars!' he hisses. 'It's him . . . it's Kezoor the Necromancer!' He pulls a crumpled scroll from within his tunic and unfurls it on the table. On it is a picture of a man's face--the cruel features bear an uncanny resemblance to those of the stranger. Beneath the picture you read:
Notice of Death
Kezoor the Necromancer
Renegade Shaman of Mogaruith.
Leader of the forbidden sect of Dazudskul.
It is hereby proclaimed by lawful authority that in just retribution for vile acts of black sorcery perpetrated throughout the Freelands of Talestria, a bounty of TEN THOUSAND LUNE is offered for the head of Kezoor the Necromancer.
By order of Queen Evaine of Talestria
MS 5060
'This could be our chance to make a fortune,' whispers Trost. 'Help me take him and we'll split the reward. Agreed?'
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