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:   ,      .
(I knew it was only a matter of time until he left.)

:   ?     ?
(So, he did leave a note in the Tavern?)

:  !  !  -   .   -   ?
Yes, the ungrateful wretch! Send someone to follow him.  Did the count ask anything of you?

:   ,  -  ,     .
(I think hes out in the cemetary, plotting with his knight.)

:   !     ?
(How wonderfully satirical! Were their glasses sufficiently tainted?)

:          .         .
(Bitter almonds do not often effervese from a glass of fine wine. We may find them hung like scarecrows on the markers.)

:       !
(Or closer to earth!)

:   ,    ?
(Shall I see whether it is done?)

:    .         .
(Leave them to me.  My hands already betray a halo of fire in anticipation of their eventual end.)

:         ?
(Then, shall I spread their ashes with the rest?)

:  ... .   , .   .
(Later, yes. That is all now, Dillan.  Leave me.)
