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Alarmed, Arion looked up at the boy, but the boy was no longer a boy. He was an old man, with an angular face and a stormy grey beard. Immediately he produced a glass jar and threw Arion inside, grabbing Frita away from him. "Frita!" Arion shouted, immediately rushing to fly out the top of the jar, but the man quickly slammed a cover down onto it. "I'm afraid you've been taken in, my fey friend," said the man as he placed the jar on a desk. "I often don different disguises when I go into town. Today, I happened to be a young boy. But my true form is that of Dalamar, a sorcerer." Arion's eyes were glued on Frita, still unconscious in the man's hand. "Unhand her," he demanded, though his voice trembled. "I will, shortly, but while she's unconscious I may as well study her." He laid Frita down on a piece of paper on the desk next to Arion, and he watched as the man seemed to use magic to bind her wrists and ankles in place. "What do you want with us?" asked Arion, voice shaking with fear. Dalamar responded,
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