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"Then she can wait a while longer." Graicus shrugged.

They were walking by a rockface wall that circled around in a downward slope. One of the many narrow roads of this peculiar city and it was here that they were stopped by a man. His hands were calloused and torn like everyone else's in the city but his style of dress denoted a status of merchant or such. A small rotund man with a small moustache and thin brown hairs on his head, possibly a breton.

"Oh my. How... Sir good knight Nohaden'Cade, Augur of Justice!"