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"LINORI, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Landaril interrupted with a thundering voice.
Nash got to his feet and raised his hands in a placating manner. "Landaril, let me explain..."
Yet, before Nash had a chance to say anything else, the paladin began marching across the room to retrieve a decorative sword hung on the wall. At this time, his face was boiling red, a clear sign that he had lost his temper. Without a weapon to defend himself, Nash did the only logical thing left to do and escaped through the window. That was the very last time he ever saw Landaril or his daughter. It was an experience he would remember until the end of his days, and if he had just one regret, it was that he didn't grab his new clothes on his way out.
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