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The Arrow strikes the ornate dragon which decorates the visor of his helmet, and shatters in two against its hardened steel. He utters a mocking laugh, his green, cat-like eyes glinting through the visor slits, and hurriedly drops the Lorestones into a small velvet sack tied to his sword belt. Angered by his laugh, and your failure, you shoulder your Bow and draw a hand weapon as you run forward to prevent his escape.
