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The Commander shakes her head and sighs.
>"No, the remaining devices lost their power when the sorcerer Olber was killed. It seems they were reliant on him for some manner of magical upkeep. A shame. As hated as they were after our imprisonment, they certainly could have proved valuable. If nothing else, it would have helped when we took our own prisoners."
"Oh? Have you had to take captives since last we met?"
>"Well, just a one. Some young man, a human I think, who threatened Arabella and attacked our shrubbery."
"Your shrubbery? You mean, those hedge animals outside? How strange. What happened to him?"
>"Well, would you believe it, we were shortly thereafter visited by a Northwalker, and he insisted on releasing the boy. When I said no, he ended up springing the troublemaker himself and the two ran off. Quite odd business, but at least we didn't have to worry about him anymore."
Something about this story...
"The Northwalker -- did he have a name?"
>"Ah, yes, and I have it somewhere but I can't remember it off the top of my head. He said he was a knight."
Oh dear.
"Ridder, was it?"
>"Oh! Oh yes, that's it! Sir Ridder, he called himself. You know him?"
"...Sir Ridder is... a very good friend and a close ally of mine. I apologize on his behalf for the indiscretion concerning the prisoner, and as your ally, I must ask that should you encounter him again, you extend to him your full hospitality, and all the respect you would give me."
The Commander looks a little surprised, thinking on this for a moment, but then gives a calm nod.
>"Of course, Lord Malto. Any friend of yours is a friend of ours."
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