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"A messenger brings word from Marshal Medan in
Qualinost that Beryl's forces have crossed the border into
Qualinesti, pillaging and looting as they march. Medan
urgently requests orders. He believes that Beryl intends

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to destroy Qualinesti, bum the forests to the ground, tear
down the cities, and exterminate the elves."

"Dead elves pay me no tribute!" Targonne exclaimed,
cursing Beryl with all his heart and soul. He began to
pace behind his desk. "I cannot cut timber in a bumed-
out forest. Beryl attacks Qualinesti and the dtadel. She is
lying to me and to Malys. Beryl intends to break the pact.
She plans war against Malys and against the Knighthood.
I must find some way to stop her. Leave me! All of you,"
he ordered peremptorily. "I have work to do."

The first messenger bowed and left to eat and take
what rest he could before the return flight. The second
left to await orders. The aide departed to dispatch run-
ners to wake other messengers and alert the blue drag-
ons who would carry them.

After the aide and the messengers had gone, Targonne
continued to pace the room. He was angry, infuriated, frus-
trated. Only a few moments before, he had been working
on his accounts, content in the knowledge that the world
was going as it should, that he had everything under con-
trol. True, the dragon overlords imagined that they were
the ones in charge, but Targonne knew better. Bloated,
enormous, they wereЧor had beenЧcontent to slumber in
their lairs, allowing the Dark Knights of Neraka to rule in
their names. The Dark Knights controlled Palanthas and
Qualinost, two of the wealthiest cities on the continent.
They would soon break the siege of Sanction and seize that
seaport city, giving them access to New Sea. They had
taken Haven, and he was even now drawing up plans to
attack the prosperous crossroads town of Solace.

Now, he watched his plans topple in a heap like the
stack of steel coins. Returning to his desk, Targonne laid
out several sheets of foolscap. He dipped his pen into the
ink and, after several more moments of profound thought,
began to write.

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