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Rick didn't listen as he aimed his crossbow at him. Rumbold pointed his sword at the bearded mercenary, who was holding an ax with both hands. Distenza stepped forward, shielding his comrades. As befits an honest leader, he plunged his sword into the ground and showed his empty hands as a sign of good intentions.

Your name is Fergus, right? the mercenary inquired, curling his thin lips in a grin. “Grog was your friend. I see you have similar amulets. He often spoke of you as if you were a half-witted fellow ...

The warriors behind him burst into laughter. Fergus didn't hear half of what he said.

" Explain how he died," he demanded, his eyes fixed on the warrior's shell, which featured a seven-pointed star with a crown in the center.

“ Two weeks ago he went north to carry out his master's assignment and disappeared without a trace.

- What are you saying then?

" Of course he's dead," Distenza laughed. What do you think he was doing there all this time? Enough chatting! You're not here f
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