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“I am Farodin of Albenmark, of the Askalel clan,” Farodin replied angrily. “One of my companions is closer to death than life. I don’t know what grudge you carry against Emerelle, but I know one thing. If you don’t help us, then you are sacrificing the life of my friend to your wrath. And I swear I will avenge him in blood if he dies because of your neglect.”
“I’m betting your friends advised you never to ride with me,” Mandred shouted to his men. “If they did that, then you have good friends. They were right. One hour from now, anyone who rides with me will either be a hero or sit in the Golden Hall of the gods. If you live, then for the rest of your days, they’ll be calling you crazy behind your back.”
