Talk to Marrec.
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(Marrec drags you to a corner and starts whispering.)
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Marrec
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It's that girl from the Roayl Army. I don't like this. She could rat you out and then--
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Blawynn
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That isn't going to happen.
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Marrec
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(Marrec looks away, fidgeting.)
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Blawynn
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How long do you intend to stare at me like that?
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Marrec
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But... But you're a soldier now, not a cadet. Your loyalties lie with the--
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Blawynn
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Correct. I am a soldier, and <Sylas> has been dishonorably discharged. Exile, even.
However, I am here on personal business, and I intend to treat <Sylas> as a friend, not a fugitive.
I don't--
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Blawynn
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I am here because there is something I wish to confirm.
<Sylas>, is it true that you fought an enemy that was under the control of Fomor Domination?
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Blawynn
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I've heard rumors, but the Pontiff's Court has no idea. Isn't it ironic?
Those who most need to know something are the last to find out? Anyway, so it's true?
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Blawynn
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I can't believe this. Only a few high-ranking officials in the Pontiff's Court knows [sic] this magic.
If the Fomors are being taught this skill, then someone from the court must be secretly working with them.
I must inform the Pontiff about this right away.
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