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Outside of the encampment, Lady Holly and Alistair had just finished burying their friend. "Should we say a few words?" Alistair asked. Lady Holly opened her mouth to speak but no words came. "I didn't know him very well. You knew him longer." Alistair turned his attention to the poorly constructed grave and sighed. "Duncan was a good man. Possibly a good father as well—for all we know. He fought to protect the land from darkspawn threat and he strived to keep the Grey Wardens alive. May we remember him as a true legend. Maker bless his s…" "Alistair!" "What? I was going to say 'soul'. Calm your socks, Holly. Geez…" Lady Holly rolled her eyes before dropping a pile of desert roses on Duncan's grave. "You will be missed." She whispered.
"It's a shame he never told us more about what the Grey Wardens actually do. I can barely remember the stories I was told as a child." Alistair stood up, dusting the sand off his knees as he faced Lady Holly. "We'll cross that path as we come to it. Right now, I just want to find Mozenrath." "And Aladdin?" "He's beyond us now. But if he crosses our path, I will put an end to his suffering as well." Lady Holly began to wander away from the encampment with Alistair soon joining her side. "How do you know which way to go?" he asked. "I have a map, courtesy of the sultan in Agrabah." Lady Holly revealed the scroll tucked away under her armor. The sight of it made Alistair shiver. "Something isn't right about that scroll… It stinks… and it's dark." Lady Holly unrolled the scroll to get a better look. She never noticed how 'different' the map looked compared to any other in the sultan's collection. "It does seem suspicious, but it was the only map detailing a path to Mozenrath's kingdom." Lady Holly glanced at the map to find her current location and which direction to walk towards. "We head south." And so, the two Grey Wardens continued their journey.
In the Underworld, Hades paced his chamber back and fourth. "Maleficent." He'd mumble under his breath. "Maleficent, Maleficent, Maleficent!" his voice gradually broadened. "You called?" A voice echoed from the dark halls outside of Hades' chamber. Hades turned to face the voice. "Jafar and I had a plan!" He proclaimed. Maleficent merely chuckled at his words. "Did you now? Your plans; your game means nothing to me." Maleficent approached Hades, keeping her chin up to intimidate the lord of the damned. "Hand over Aladdin. He's dead, his soul belongs to me. That's how it works down here." "You watch your tongue, Hades! I require the thief at the moment. He's been very good in leading some of my minions." Maleficent stood nose-to-nose with Hades. "What's it gonna take for you to turn him over? A little cash; a little castle; …a kitten?" Hades squinted his golden hues at the sorceress who returned the gesture. "No deal is to be made. You can have the thief when he's no longer of use to me." With that, Maleficent raised her arms as an inferno of green flames engulfed her till naught was left. Hades was left alone in his chamber once more. "Witch…" he mumbled before he noticed his robes were on fire with her flames. "Dirty witch!" Hades smacked his hand on the fabric of his robe to put out the tiny flame.