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They were closing in; Danir could feel it.
Kristoph had gone to scout the best course to take, but he'd been gone too long.
Pacing back and forth, Danir wrestled with thoughts of leaving on his own.
"They've got him. I know they do!" he cursed.
Luckily, the Sigil was safely in his possession, and Desmond wouldn't get it by capturing Kristoph.
He jumped, and drew his sword when he heard movement in the bushes nearby.
It was Kristoph, and he looked pale.
"There's no point in leaving," he said. "They rode through the night."
Danir sagged. "Tonight, we fight."

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