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.

“That’s a pointed answer…” another guard said.

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