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Joan
"If it's all the same I'd rather deal with Belboz," I say, "While meeting
this world's Astra, if by some miracle she's here, would be interesting,
I'd rather not have a necromancer at my back."
Belboz, in my opinion, was the first thing needing to be taken care
of. Not to say that the dragon isn't dangerous, but he's just somebody
I'd rather not running around loose.
This quest got delayed for around ten years because I made a mistake
about Belboz. Fellow knights from my homeland have gone missing (perhaps
dead...perhaps dancing....) Because of him, I now wear a body that I find
rather nice, but we all know that he had not done it out of any sense of
kindness.
Moments later.....
"Wha...what do you want?" Belboz says nervously, looking at the array
of weapons and spells ready to cut him down.
I get the feeling that this hadn't been in his game plan. I think he's
been doing this for quiet a while, ambushing knights sent against the dragon
by appearing as a slightly befuddled man of magic who may be helpful in
completing a quest, only to then striking the unsuspecting one at the right
moment.
Goodness knows, that I know it worked on me!
I'd have to be an utter fool to fall for the same old gag the second
time around!
I and my friends shall not be caught unaware.
Dependant on how Belboz answers will determine on how we put him out
of the way (violently or otherwise). But being a knight means I uphold
certain values, and I shall not become a monster in the course of getting
a quest done.
"We need to talk," I say, causing the necromancer to pay attention to
me instead of the weapons on him.
His eyes grow large when he recognizes me.
For one fleeting second I'm wondering if he's admiring his handy work. Flagg may have made this change permanent, but Belboz set down the initial work..... "Sir Fred?" he whispers, shocked.
He's warned not to resist as Andrea casts a truth spell upon
him. Glassy eyed, Belboz is pronounced ready.
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