“Hey, Scamp,” Tyentso said. “Miss me?” Kihrin stared. He panicked for a moment, thinking this wasn’t Tyentso at all, but rather some monster—the mimic Talon, maybe Xaltorath—counterfeiting her. However, he dismissed the idea as too easy to check. Kihrin slid off Scandal and swept her into an expansive hug. “Tyentso, you’re alive! By all the gods, you’re alive!” She sputtered. “Easy now, Scamp. You can’t just go around hugging the emperor of Quur, you know.” “The what?” He blinked and took a second look at the silver circlet on her head, the slender wand in her hand. No … it couldn’t be … But
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