The warlock king’s chamberlain returned to his lord’s encampment, somber-eyed and slow-footed.
“Sir, did the rebels agree to surrender?” a guard asked.
The chamberlain fell-over, a dozen arrows in his back.
“Well, that’s a pointed answer,” another guard said.
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