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You regard the captain with an appraising eye. He is tall, towering more than a dagger’s length above the heads of the other court guardsmen. He possesses a proud military bearing, yet his most striking feature is his close-set eyes which sparkle above his hawk-like nose and bushy black moustache.
‘This is Captain Prarg, Grand Master,’ says King Sarnac. The captain bows formally before you.
‘Welcome to Vadera, my lord,’ he says. ‘I am honoured to have been chosen to help your urgent quest.’
