[ wynn stares on in fascination of the process though he evinces no evident fear of the manifestation before them.
savnok speaks, his deep voice reverberating against the walls of the small chamber, each word spat bitterly. ] For what purpose would you don my power, Binder?
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savnok speaks, his deep voice reverberating against the walls of the small chamber, each word spat bitterly. ] For what purpose would you don my power, Binder?