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The trio silently entered the throne chambers and crept up behind the pillars.

"Mages!" growled Nazir lowly. "I fucking hate mages..."

Kin'Jiro made no comment, but it was clear to the others that he didn't enjoy the view of the spellcasters either.

"Steady, Nazir", whispered Belgarath. "Focus on the task given. Kin'Jiro, you should remain by the doors of the chamber in case he tries to escape the way we came. Nazir and I will push forward and scout along the walls."

The Khajiit nodded in response.

"How is your aim?" whispered the Redguard. "I can't shoot for shit, but perhaps you and your little paltry crossbow could make his head look like mincemeat from a couple of yards away."

"I still need to reach higher ground. Maybe by climbing one of the pillars?"

"Right. Cover me while I go in for the kill. If I should fail, I will keep the mages occupied and you shoot him with your crossbow. If he should survive that, well..."

The Redguard looked at the stoic Khajiit and Kin'Jiro nodded once more.

"Don't forget to drink the magic resistance potions you've got from Babette!" hissed the Breton. "Otherwise you will be scorched to ashes by those mages."

"Thanks for the reminder!" He took out one of the brews and gave it a couple of chugs, before taking another sip from the invisibility potion. "Alright! Get moving!" he hissed. "Belgarath, climb up and provide archery support! Kin'Jiro, bar those doors and make sure that no one gets in or out!"

As they began to move around with fast, fluid and silent motions, Nazir made several silent rolls along the eastern side of the throne chamber and quietly made his way towards the podium on which the throne was standing on...