I am Elturiel, called beyond the gate to serve. Sylvester Aldoe is nothing but a shell. Sylvester Aldoe has conjured me to protect him through a chasm. One thousand years of lethargy botched by ones personal misfortune. Djinni he says, You cannot oppose the words I speak. As if he thought I didnt know the laws bestowed upon me. Ive swept away hastily with the obligation in my mind. Instinctively, confidently employing my inner eye to seek out this instrument. To seek out this instrument that he accredits to be such a protector, the redeemer of his own flesh and blood. Ive come to the concealed location of the ornament I am to obtain. Countless amounts of lurking paladins. Countless amounts of age old acquaintances. Disastrously bonded to my masters hand, I must desperately carry out this witless plan. Kicking up dust as I disapparate within arms reach of the talisman, exposing myself to all.
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