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Faulvir appeared besides the guards, grinning.

"I'm afraid we must take the girl off you..." The wood elf grinned, "She is under our juristiction now."

Legate Barinius was tied, chains around his arm and neck, "The Emperor is dead!"

The guard pulled the cloak off of Iylair, cutting the binds. She collapsed onto the floor, slipping in behind Faulvir.

"Now this is how this show will play..." Faulvir started, "Your going to disarm yourselves, then surrender."