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He turns, and lying on the bunk beside him, curled up against his side, is the form of Alluria the Huntress. She whispers quietly in his ear:
Hello, my love.
Here, like this, I can talk to you more easily.
Your band of adventurers sits at the nexus of a great many plots and schemes. My father sees the value of them all, but cannot see the future. He cannot see which lead to salvation and which lead to ruin. My job is to accompany you and try to make certain that your band follows to the right path.
Suddenly, a vision appears in your head.
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