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Synopsis:

A patrolling guard stops and reports to Z'rell.

0.
Acolyte Daine
: We have the Eyes watching the perimeter, Disciple. I thought it best remain close to you.^devnote8817275c-224d-13c2-92e6-680e5910ff1e_A8817275c-224d-13c2-92e6-680e5910ff1e_B
- 2.
  Disciple Z'rell
  : Protect me? Adorable. Get back on your rounds.^devnote
  End
3.
Disciple Z'rell
: What now?^devnote8817275c-224d-13c2-92e6-680e5910ff1e_B8817275c-224d-13c2-92e6-680e5910ff1e_A = False, 8817275c-224d-13c2-92e6-680e5910ff1e_B = False
- 6.
  Acolyte Daine
  : The shipments are progressing, Disciple. Though I do not trust the mercenaries. The infidels.
  - 1.
    Disciple Z'rell
    : We do not need to trust them. The Absolute's Design requires many threats - not all of them of the finest fabric.^devnote
    End
4.
Disciple Z'rell
: Anything of note to report?^devnote8817275c-224d-13c2-92e6-680e5910ff1e_A
- 7.
  Acolyte Daine
  : More pilgrims are arriving, Disciple.
  - 5.
    Disciple Z'rell
    : Meat. Fodder. I asked for anything of note.^devnote
    End