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"Again you ask too much!" Darran said to her in response to her latest proposal. He was the high minister to Aglyn the Black, the notorious warlord who boasted of his capture of a portion of the Toledran silver mines from the Galdrain priests who owned them. "Already we've conceded the western pasturelands to the Calydran magistrates. Next they'll be in wait- ing for our mudins!"* "You should talk," Carlan, the high minister to Mannadrin, said in anger. "'twas you lot who stole the mines and refused to share the treasures. 'twas Mannadrin and Leandor who chased those wretched priests from the region in the first place." As he spoke, Eldran looked about the room, searching for another, whom he noticed, had been missing. "Where the hell is Aldrin??" he asked. "Do you expect to find him in my purse?" asked Rhondrin, who sat nearest to the window through which Eldran looked. "He was last with you; have you lost him? 'twas stated before hand: you were to supply the wine and he, the food." "But he said he was going to speak to the sister of that maiden 'cross the way," Eldran said. "That aside, he owes me change. Owing to his 'generosity' to his swarm of harlots, his purse had yet seen even months for several weeks--meaning I had to buy the food." As he searched the adjoining rooms, the arguments continued with greater heat. |
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