Pyrrhus, a paladin in the service of the order of the Early Dawn, was strolling down the hills on his way to Laketown. His squire Matthias, a sturdy lad of 15, walked in back of him carrying his equipment. For they had been away weeks, if not months, and sorely wished to get back to the Tyr's Abbey were the order's local office were. But fatigue
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