(A.N.) Hey guys, IM BACK! HOORAAAYYY! Lol, honestly I thought I would take a longer break, but after I came back from my vacation I had the urge to write :). Anyways, thanks to everyone who reviewed the last actual chapter, and I would also like to give a BIG thanks to RaphealoftheDarkness once again for beta-ing this chapter!
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Ch. 6
Eragon
Only one thing ran through his mind. As the memory of his last visit to the Dwarven halls and the clan that had attacked him resurfaced, he remembered what his foster brother had told him.
"Be careful, mine brother. They are not a clan to be trifled with. If they cannot come after you, then will attack those that you love and hold dear."
"What happened?!" Eragon shouted as he ran through the Carvahall tents, quickly making his way to Rorans'. Several people stood outside his cousin's tent including Horst, his wife, his two sons and Joed.
"Eragon!" They all yelled once he had arrived.
"What has happened to Roran?" Eragon repeated, trying to remain calm.
Horst spoke first, "No one really knows, except for Roran himself, and he's asleep in his bed. All we know is that everything was fine up until you left Eragon. We all heard a scream and saw Roran fall, he had been stabbed."
"Barzul!" Eragon cursed, he clenched his fists into two tight balls. "If only I had stayed! I could have protected him!"
"Do not blame yourself little one, this was not your doing but whoever attacked your cousin." Saphira spoke gently.
Eragon blinked, he had completely forgotten about Saphira during all the commotion. He extended his mind and was surprised to find her relatively close by.
"Thank you Saphira…where are you anyways?" Eragon knew she was close but he couldn't actually see her.
"I am right here."
Eragon turned around to see Saphira making her way towards him. Despite all the mead she had drunk she seemed to be in complete control of her mind and body.
"Indeed I am, the situation has brought me to full alertness." Saphira spoke as she gently nudged Eragon. He chuckled and rubbed her neck, Arya doing the same.
Someone exited Roran's tent and everyone turned to see who it was.
"Well don't just stand there like bumbling idiots!" Angela spoke to everyone, but Eragon had a feeling she was directing it more towards himself. Eragon nodded and followed Angela into his cousin's tent.
Katrina was sitting on a stool beside Roran's, she was holding his hand and brushing his hair with another. She turned to see who had come, and jumped up once she saw Eragon.
"Eragon!" She yelled, giving him a hug. "Eragon, w-who w-would d-do something l-like t-this? W-why would a-anyone w-want to h-hurt R-Roran?" She sobbed, tears flowing uncontrollably.
Eragon lifted her chin am wiped her tears away, "I do not know, but I promise you I will find out."
"Eragon." Someone else spoke.
He turned to see Blodgharm and Nasuada standing nearby. Eragon released Katrina, who went back to sitting beside her fiancée, and walked over to them.
"Do we know who did this?" Eragon spoke in a hushed voice, not wanting to worry Katrina.
Nasuada sighed, "I'm afraid not, however we have several statements from the men who saw what happened claim to have seen someone run off in a black cloak, unfortunately their face was covered and they looked to be no taller than a young boy, if that helps at all."
Eragon gritted his teeth, "It does." He thought angrily.
"We will need more evidence before we can make that claim, Eragon." Saphira reasoned.
"I know Saphira, but who else could it be? A short person wearing black robes with their face covered? If only someone had seen their clan symbol…"
"We will have to speak with Orik."
Eragon gave a mental nod, "We will contact him in the morning."
He turned and looked at his cousin, who did not look well. His face and body was covered in sweat and his shirt had been taken off. Eragon looked at the wound site, which had been covered with large white cloth that wrapped around his lower chest.
Eragon looked to Angela, "How bad is it?"
She shook her head and sighed, "I can't really say, but what I do know is that he has most certainly been poisoned."
"What!?" Eragon shouted, "Do you know how to heal him?"
"Well I wouldn't be much of a healer if I didn't, now would I?" Angela replied. "But it will be a long and painful process I'm afraid."
Eragon sat on the other side of Roran cot and stared at his cousin. "Why, why did this happen to him? Why couldn't they have just come after me like last time?"
Eragon felt someone grasp his hand and he looked over to see Arya sitting beside him. She gave him a comforting smile and squeezed his hand gently.
"Arya…" He didn't know what to say, and her previous behavior completely baffled him. Eragon shook away the thoughts, now was hardly the time for them.
"Blodhgarm, I want you to post some of the elves in your charge around Roran's tent, at least until he has made a full recovery." Eragon spoke as he stood up.
Blodhgarm bowed, "As you wish, Shadeslayer."
"We will find out who did this Eragon, it may take us some time but I give you my word there will be justice." Nasuada looked at Eragon reassuringly.
Eragon smiled, "Thank you Nasuada, I do believe I have an idea who might have done this however."
Nasuada cocked an eyebrow and everyone looked at Eragon in surprise.
Katrina was the first to speak however. She jumped up from beside her fiancée and grabbed onto Eragon's arm. "Who! Who do you know that would do this!?"
Eragon gently took Katrina's hand in his and looked at her reassuringly, "I will let you know as soon as I have found evidence."
It did not comfort her, but she sighed and slouched back into her seat beside Roran.
Nasuada moved to exit the tent but turned and faced everyone just before she did. "Tomorrow is a big day for everyone. The people of the Varden, especially the men, have not had a proper celebration for some time."
Eragon tensed slightly. He was in no mood to celebrate, what was there to celebrate for? Yes, they took one more of Galbatorix's cities, yes they found out his source of power, but they still had no idea of how to overcome it. So where did that leave them? Back at where they were when Eragon had first arrived at Farthen Dur. Eragon sighed, he knew the men did not know any of this and that they had done all that their leader had asked of them, so they did deserve this at the very least.
"The condition of Roran Stronghammer shall not be disclosed to the public. No one besides the people in this room will be allowed to enter this tent, and if people come with questions the story will be that Roran has been tasked with his own assignment." Nasuada finished.
Everyone nodded and slowly left the tent. Eragon remained behind and crouched beside Katrina, "Do not worry, in a few days' time he will be better. And I will find out who was behind this, of that you have my word." Eragon kept his eyes fixed on Katrina.
"Thank you Eragon." She sniffed.
Eragon nodded and left the tent.
"Do you think a few of the elvin spellcasters should watch over Arya too?" Eragon asked Saphira as they walked through the Carvahall tents towards their own. He made sure block Arya from the conversation.
"What for? Arya is more than capable of taking care of herself."
"I know but—."
"This is what she means when she tells you to spot treating her like some helpless human woman." Saphira replied, cutting him off.
Eragon grumbled but said nothing, signifying his defeat.
When he reached his tent, Eragon noticed that Arya had still been following them. He apologized for ignoring her, but she shook her head.
"It is alright Eragon, I know you have a lot on your mind right now. It is late and think I will return to my tent."
Eragon nodded, suddenly realizing just how tired he really was. Before Arya left however, she turned back and faced Eragon, but said nothing and left him soon after.
Eragon laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Several thoughts rushed in a out of his mind. For one, he still couldn't understand why Arya was acting the way she was, but he would certainly not make the same mistake he had made so many times before. The sparring match he had with Arya a few days previous had not exactly determined a winner, and Eragon feared that he might have actually lost had the match continued. Of all the skills and fighting techniques he had learned had still could not best Arya or even Blodgharm more than once or twice in a given set of matches. He would have to spar much more frequently now, especially since they would be leaving for Ellesmira soon and before long they would lay siege to Dras Leona with Uru'baen not long after. His time was growing thinner and he feared he would not complete his task of ridding the lands of that evil tyrant. It was a few hours before Eragon was able to fall asleep the morning had come too soon for him.
Eragon awoke still feeling tired and a little sore, but he ignored it and washed his face in the nearby washbasin.
"Good morning little one." Saphira spoke as Eragon exited his tent.
Eragon stretched and gave Saphira a warm smile. "Good morning Saphira. Care to go flying on this fine moring?" Eragon asked as he approached ther large, blue-scaled dragon.
Saphira hummed with approval and stood up, giving herself a good stretch before Eragon jumped up onto her back.
He was glad for the morning flight, the cool morning breeze that swept past his body helped to wake him up. Saphira dropped Eragon back at his tent and left to hunt for breakfast, leaving Eragon to find food for himself.
Eragon walked through the tents until he finally made it to Roran's. The flap to the tent was open and Eragon wondered who could be there this early in the morning.
"Eragon, it is good to see you." Katrina spoke as he entered the room.
"It is good to see you as well, Katrina. How is he?" Eragon replied, taking a seat next to Roran's bed. He still looked to be sleeping peacefully, as if nothing had happened to him the previous night.
"He looks to be doing much better. Lady Nasuada was here not too long ago."
Eragon nodded but kept his eyes fixed on his cousin.
"Have you eaten yet?" Katrina asked, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
Eragon shook his head.
"Let me get you something." She replied with a smile. Katrina exited the tent, leaving Eragon to his thoughts. Not to soon after Katrina left, did Angela enter the room.
"My my, good to see you up this early."
Eragon chuckled, "I'm always up this early."
"Are you? I've never noticed." Angela replied as she placed a hand over Roran's forehead.
She sighed, "He looks to be doing much better. You know, I've gotten used to attending to your wounds, let's hope that isn't the same for your cousin."
Katrina entered before Eragon could say anything. "Here you go." She said, handing him a plate of fruit and bread.
Eragon took the plate of food graciously.
"I'll still never understand why you've stopped eating meat Eragon." Katrina said as she took a seat opposite to him.
"It has to do with my training." Eragon replied, taking a bite of fruit. Angela snorted, which Eragon ignored. He finished his breakfast and left Roran's tent, telling Katrina that he would see her at the celebration later that evening. Eragon stepped out of the tent and bumped into someone on the way out.
"Ow! Watch where you're—." Eragon stopped as he looked up and saw Arya rubbing her head.
"A-Arya! S-Sorry, I didn't see you there." Eragon faltered.
"It is alright…" Arya grumbled, still rubbing her head from the blow she had just received.
"What are you doing here?' Eragon asked.
"Looking for you!" Arya replied, obviously annoyed.
"O-Oh…" Eargon replied sheepishly, "S-Sorry, I was about to go and spar. Would you care to join me?" He asked her.
Arya inclined her head slightly, "I would." She wasted no more time in conversation and strode towards the sparring circle on the far side of the camp.
Eragon cleared his head and calmed his body once inside the circle. He would have to do much better than last time and not worry so much about hurting Arya. As such, he decided it would be better to dull his blade. Arya followed his lead and dulled hers as well. Within minutes their battle had begun, and Arya was upon him like an owl on its prey.
Eraogn barely had time to raise his sword to parry her blow.
"Barzul!" He thought to himself. Eragon shook all thought from his mind save for the task at hand, besting Arya in a sword dual.
"Easier said than done." He thought again while parrying another powerful blow.
Eragon leaned backwards as Arya sliced her sword, aiming for his neck. He quickly stood straight and made a slash at Arya's side, which she easily blocked. It didn't faze him, however, and he soon spun his sword around his head and aimed for Arya's opposite hip, which she again blocked but with a little more difficulty.
Eragon quickly took advantage of the situation and released a slew of fast paced blows. Their battle took them through every part of the circle and every time Eragon thought he found an opening, Arya quickly blocked him and returned blows in full force. Eragon slashed at Arya's side and she leaned her shoulder back only slightly, causing Eragon to falter. A sparkle flashed in Arya's as she spun to bring her sword up and rested the tip on Eragon's neck.
"Dead." She spoke. Her voice was hard and almost cold, but she soon released her blade from his neck and her face became calm once again.
Eragon cursed himself under his breath. "How? How is it that after all this time I still cannot best her?"
"It is because you repeat your moves far too often, Eragon."
Eragon looked up at Arya, slightly confused. He soon realized that he unknowingly allowed Arya into his thoughts, after all he had become used to it when Arya was around Saphira and himself.
"I do not understand." He replied, sheathing Brisingr.
Arya sighed, "Eragon, it is not doubt that are indeed a great swordsman. You are, in fact, better than many elves I know myself. However, I fear that because you have become to accustomed to fighting battles with only Empire solders, you haven't had the proper challenge."
Eragon knitted his brow, letting Arya's words repeat in his head. "So, you're saying that, because I am always fighting solders that are not a challenge to me I have forgotten how to fight those who could pose a real threat to me?"
Arya nodded, which caused Eragon to sigh in frustration. "ARRGGHH!" He yelled, "I feel as if I have fallen back to the beginning. I do not have the time to re-learn everything that my masters have worked so hard to teach me!" Eragon clenched his fist and shut his eyes, when suddenly two hands found their way to his shoulders. He opened his eyes to see Arya staring back at him.
"Not re-learn Eragon. I have full confidence that you know everything that Oromis has taught you. You must learn to "see"." Arya spoke softly and she removed one of her hands from his shoulder, but her other hand fixed to him.
"I-I don't understand?" Eragon said, confused. "Will you help me?" He asked her.
Arya cocked her head back and blinked, "Of course I will help you Eragon!" She replied, baffled as to why he would even ask such a question.
"And so will I, Shadeslayer."
Arya and Eragon turned to see Blodgharm approach them.
"Blodgharm…" Eragon started, "Thank you. Your help is most welcomed. Have you been looking for me?" He finished.
"I have, and you as well Lady Arya." Blodgharm replied, giving them a curt bow. "Lady Nasuada has requested to see the both of you before she would become otherwise occupied with the celebration preparations.
"Of course, we will see her right away." Arya replied. She replaced her sword back on her hip and proceeded to exit the training grounds. Eragon and Blodgharm followed close after.
"Eragon, Arya. Thank you for coming, I know that you wish to rest…" She stopped as Eragon and Arya walked up to her. She eyed their sweaty and slightly ragged clothing with curiosity.
"…but I was hoping I could ask for your assistance regarding tonight's festivities?"
Eragon looked at Arya oddly before replying, "Of course, we will help in any way we can."
Nasuada smiled. "Good, I was hoping you would say that. As of right now all we need is some help planning a few entertainment events. There is, however, one other thing…" Nasuada bit her lower lip.
Arya raised an eyebrow, "What "other" thing?"
Nasuada shook her head slowly, "It's nothing too big. Well…you see…we are holding a dance tonight and of course everyone is welcome to join…only…"
"Only what?" Eragon pressed.
Nausada sighed, "Only…we need a few couples to start the dance off, we can't have everyone simply jump right in, can we?"
"What does this have to do with Eragon and myself?" Arya asked, her voice now carried some impatience to it. Eragon had a feeling he knew where this was going, but he kept his mouth shut for now.
"Well, myself and King Orrin, and we have found a few other couples, but many of those on the planning committee had requested that you two be a couple as well. Just for the dance anyways." She quickly added the last part when Arya's eyes grew large.
"I…well you see we…" Arya started.
Eragon coughed and decided to step in, "I think what Arya is trying to say is that—"
"We would be glad to." Arya suddenly cut him off.
Eragon's eyes widened and he looked over at Arya only to see that her face had remained an unchanged blank expression.
"Y-Yes…we would be glad to; we were already planning on attending the celebration together so it works out." He chuckled awkwardly. "What in the name of Alageasia is going on?!"
Nasuada looked from Eragon to Arya for a moment, slightly confused at their odd behavior, but she shrugged it off and gave them a curt nod while dismissing them.
Once Eragon had walked reasonable distance from Nasuada's tent, he turned to face Arya.
"What was that all about?"
Arya raised a thin eyebrow, "What was "what" about?"
"You know what I mean. Why did you say yes to Nasuada's request? Surely you're not ok with the people thinking we are a couple?" He asked her. In the back of his mind he was rather excited to be coupled with Arya in the opening dance, but he knew she would not see it the way he would have liked.
Arya away from Eragon but kept a calm and blank expression. "They can think whatever they want."
Eragon looked momentarily stunned, and another question popped into his head."Arya…about the other night, wh—"
"Later." She cut him off. "We will talk about it later."
Eragon blinked in surprise at her sudden response, but relaxed when she gave him a reassuring smile. He nodded and they began to walk through the many tents that lay across the way. Eragon knew that one of the best ways to spend time with Arya was either by sparring with her, or by walking in silence with her. After spending so much time with her like this he actually found it quite pleasing. It was nice to simply just be in either other's presence. A few hours had passed, and while Eragon did not mind the random conversations they held, he knew he had to speak with Orik before the day was over. They would be leaving for Ellesmira soon and he knew he would not have the time during their travels or when they reached the elven city even.
"Arya." Eragon spoke.
Arya had walked a few more paces before realizing that Eragon had stopped walking. "What is it Eragon?" She asked curiously.
"I realized that I still have not spoken with King Orik, and I must do so before we become too busy. If you want I can meet you at some place before the start of tonight's celebration?"
"That sounds good; I shall meet you by the northern tents where the celebration will be held." She gave him a smile and walked off to her own tent.
Eragon sat in a wooden chair and pulled out with scrying mirror from his desk drawer. He closed his eyes and muttered the words of the ancient language. The mirror began to ripple and soon the image of a dwarf clad in elegant armor appeared before him.
"Eragon! It is good to see you mine brother! How are things?" Orik's voice was thick and gruff, betraying his small size.
"Not as well as I would have hoped." Eragon replied, knitting his eyebrows. "I have some rather ill news." He finished.
Orik's face turned from one of eager happiness to a large frown. "Of what do you speak off, Eragon?"
Eragon sighed, "Roran was attacked the other day, and I think I know who might have done it."
Orik closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You believe it to be the work of Az Sweldn rak Anhuin?"
Eragon merely nodded.
Orik sighed, "I will look into this, mine brother you have my word. Roran Stronghammer is a honorable warrior and a blood relative of yours, i shall not let this pass!"
Eragon gave a curt bow, "Thank you, Orik. How is everything on your end?"
"Not good." Orik replied. He had bags underneath his eyes and he looked worn out to no end. "The clans still fight amongst each other, some agree to continue the fight against the Empire while others think it best to return underground. It seems we still have not made any progress."
Eragon frowned, "That does not sound good. I hope you to work this out King Orik. We will need your support if we are to win this war."
Orik nodded, "And you shall have it Eragon, soon."
Eragon ended the spell just as he heard a pair of flapping wings. Eragon grinned and stood up and he felt the ground shake.
"You really ought to land softer, Saphira." Eragon spoke, laughing as he made his way to her.
Saphira snorted, "You try landing softly with a body this big!"
Eragon chuckled, "I was only joking." He patted her side and smiled. "I haven't seen you since breakfast, where have you been anyways?" He asked curiously.
"I was with a friend." Saphira replied simply.
Eragon raised an eyebrow, "A friend?"
Saphira sent him an image her lying down with a large cat resting on top of her back. Eragon couldn't help but laugh, which caused Saphira to snort again, a plume of smoke enveloped Eragon.
"What is so funny?" She asked.
Eragon coughed and waved the smoke away from his face. "N-Nothing." He replied. Still coughing.
Saphria nodded and tilted her head up. "That's right."
Arya
Sunset was nearing and the final festival would be starting soon. Arya sighed as she slipped on a green top that she rarely wore due to the fact that it was a little troublesome to maneuver in. However, it seemed to be appropriate for the occasion, and so she laced the bottom few strings so as not to reveal too much to the unwanted eyes of the many men that would be present.
Arya sighed and, seeing as there was nothing more to do, made her way to the northern most part of the campsite. The area was bustling with music and laughter and Arya couldn't help but smile at the sight.
Indeed it was wonderful to see everyone so happy and carefree, however she knew it wouldn't last long.
"Perhaps you should live in the moment, little elf."
Arya whirled around to see Saphira not far from her, her scales sparkled and almost danced in the firelight.
"Saphira, it is good to see you." She replied. "Where is Eragon?" She asked, looking around. He didn't seem to be anywhere in sight.
Saphira smirked, "Why do you ask Arya? Excited to see him?" She teased.
"N-NO!" Arya shouted, thankful that the sun was coming down as her cheeks flushed.
Saphira laughed, "He is over there." She said, pointing her snout.
Arya followed with her eyes and found Eragon chatting amongst several men. He wore a dark blue shirt that was tailored to fit him perfectly, and brown pants that matched his eyes.
"Blue is a good color for him…" She thought absently.
"Indeed it is." Saphira chuckled.
Arya, who's cheeks had turned red once again, fumed in annoyance and left Saphira to find Blodgharm.
It didn't take long for her to meet with Eragon, as he had been looking for her as well, and as she did Nasuada began to address everyone. She was dressed in an elegant white dress with beautiful jewelry. Jormundur stood to her right and King Orrin stood to her left.
"People of the Varden. I hope that you all have had a wonderful time these past few weeks. It gives me great pleasure and sadness to begin this final celebration. However I hope that you all know, that we are only one step closer to ridding ourselves of that evil tyrant and one step closer to our freedom!" There was loud applause and everyone cheered.
Eragon smiled and nodded in approval. Nasuada raised her hands and everyone fell silent once more.
"Tonight, there will be plenty of food and entertainment, please enjoy yourselves to the fullest. I would like to start things off with a traditional dance, would Eragon Shadeslayer and Arya Drottingu would please join us?"
Arya tensed slightly as all eyes fell upon herself and Eragon, when she looked up at him, she found him smiling back at her. She smiled in response as he took her hand and led her to the large space in front of Nasuada.
Nasuada took King Orrin's hand and Jormundur joined in as well. Slow music began to play and Arya felt a little uncomfortable as people were still staring at them.
Soon the music began much more lively and everyone joined in, causing Arya to feel a little better.
"S-Sorry." Eragon spoke as he stepped on her foot.
Arya chuckled, "It is alright Eragon. Here, let me show you." Arya took Eragon's hands in hers and showed him the proper foot work.
Eragon chuckled, "Give me a sword and some soldiers to fight and I know exactly what to do, but give me a beautiful women and music to dance to and I am completely lost."
"Wait until Galbatorix hear's this, the mighty Eragon Shadeslayer brought to his knees at a formal dance." Arya teased.
Eragon laughed and pushed Arya's shoulder playfully.
As the night progress Arya found herself dancing, playing games of wit, listening to Eragon tell stories of his past life and one's of past battles, and watched as Eragon participated in several games of strength and puzzles. It was much more entertaining than she had expected, and she found herself smiling and laughing more than she ever had. She realized that it mostly due to the fact that Eragon was around, and it made her decision that much easier.
After sometime Arya found herself separated from Eragon, but she did not mind, she knew they would meet up again and so she continued to enjoy herself. Blodgharm had proved to be quite the opponent in a traditional elven game of wit, and so Arya found herself at oods with him for a long time.
"Do you know where Eragon went?" Arya asked a very drunk Horst. It took her several minutes to understand what Horst was saying, and when she did, she made her way in the direction he was last seen.
Eragon
Eragon sat on a flat rock overlooking the campsite. From this distance he could see the stars clearly and still have a good view of the many camp fires and torches that littered the land. It was a site to see.
"Come to sit all on your own?" Someone asked.
Eragon turned to see Arya slowly making her way towards him, there was a smile on her face. She took a seat next to him and curled her knees to her chest. Arya seemed happy, to him, and it surprised him a little. It wasn't often that you saw the stone faced, emotionless elf that was Arya, smiling and laughing.
"Are you, ok?" Eragon asked stupidly.
Arya raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Of course I am ok. What makes you think otherwise?"
Eragon shrugged and turned back to look at the sky. "I had fun tonight. It is hard to imagine this will all be over and our hands will be bloody once again."
Arya placed a hand on his shoulder, "You will not be alone Eragon. You will always have Saphira…and…you will always have me." She finished with a little uncertainty, but the words were said and she could not take them back.
Eragon looked at Arya and smiled, "I know Arya, we will always be friends." He was about to turn away when Arya suddenly took his face in her hands.
"Not as friends." She whispered before suddenly placing a soft kiss on his lips.
Eragon's eyes bulged. "Arya wait." He said, taking her hands in his. "What about the other night? Don't you want to talk abo—."
Arya covered his mouth with her hand, "I want to show you." She kissed him again, this time with much more passion. Eragon soon succumbed to his deepest desires and found himself kissing her back. They had to break off minutes later to catch their breath.
Eragon took the opportunity to speak. "Arya, I don't understand…"
Arya looked into his eyes, and what he saw shocked him. There was sorrow and happiness.
"Can you forgive me Eragon? For putting you through so much pain for all the times I rejected you?"
Eragon was completely shocked, this was certainly all a dream, and perhaps he shouldn't have had that fourth pint of dragonfire mead. Arya cupped his face again.
"This is not a dream." She said in the ancient language. "I want to be with you."
(A.N.) More lovey dovey dragging on, and I apologize for that if it's starting to annoy some of you. I know I keep saying that the action and plot will come in full soon, I lied. Soooorrrrryyy. It will come now though, promise! (at least after the funeral of Oromis and Glaedr).
R&R please! XD
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