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“You’re about to go engage a dead man in a battle of wits. I’m coming.” Tyr dusted off his palms as he stepped over toward the other two.
“We’ll be relying on you, then.” Einarr clapped the old sailor on the shoulder.
“Y’got that right.”
“Let’s get to it, then.” Einarr turned from the gathering of his men to face the spectral display and swaggered forward into the light.
He raised a hand and called out to announce their approach. “Hail, my lord!”
“Hail, travelers.” The king’s voice was weary, but he stood to greet them anyway. “We have been waiting for you.”
“My apologies for the delay.”
“I do hope my men were not overly forceful with my invitation.”
“Merely a miscommunication, I’m afraid. To what do I owe the honor?”
“Well you are…
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