“Rean Merin en clave. Prou d an d lush a b ode o f the REDHARIN.”
who the--?!
D rop you r weapons an d ba c k away -on e warn in g!
Wel l, wel l. . . n o w you're I 'm no t here for
holdin g my interest! A
smal ltalk -- I 'm
dir ty s on o f
here to free her,
Red har s o
an d m e.
far from his n est?
Real ly! An d how do you propose to do that,
That can
jun ior berserk er, with
c han ge. . .
m e stil l al ive?
“B u t do you real ly thin k a man in my position would ventu re into suc h a pla ce un prepared ? A fter al l, this is Adros lan d. . .
Adm ira bl e swagger, I 'l l give you that. . . I 'm su re Faras wil l fin d them very m ovin g last wor ds. . .
“O f c ou rse their pol itical n etwork anticipated m e b u t I l ik e to k eep the n um bers on my si de. . .
You're ab ou t to suffer a c han ge in plans, s on. . . prepare for a romantic death with you r belove-- eh?
Watc h ou t, Masd hin !
The Caradon wastes. . .