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Fred arose to the shrill crowing of a rooster in his ears and a sliver of
sunlight in his eyes. He sat up, his mind a tempest of misgivings, and
gazed at the nubile form of Astra laying there beside him. He smiled
affectionately at her and felt some measure of comfort in seeing her
beside him. So many thoughts raced through his mind, so many questions.
Some dark sorcery was at work here - the darkest he’d ever encountered.
As far as he could remember from his history lessons, no demons had been
unleashed upon the Havnheim or Ryngaerd lands since the days of the High
King. Astra stirred and then jumped to her feet suddenly, in a defensive stance. She sighed a moment later and collapsed onto the makeshift bed beside the Allarian. “My sleep was plagued by nightmares,” she explained. “Odd,” replied Fred. “I slept like a log.”Astra glared. “My humblest apologies,” he hurriedly added. “I didn’t mean to…”“Oh, it’s alright,” she went on. “You’ve been nothing but a gentleman since we first met…” THAT, coming from an Aqualarian, was quite a compliment, and Fred beamed like the bright morning sun. “It has been my great honor, though unfortunately any memory of rescuing you from the Southern Caves still eludes me.”“GOOD MORNING!” said a voice below them, startling them. They looked down from their perch to see Zarach standing at the entrance of the stables carrying a tray of food and two steaming cups. “I’ve brought breakfast and coffee. Please forgive us. We here at the Temple are not used to visitors, much less visitors under such circumstances. Please, eat, drink. Afterwards...”
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