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The grizzled dark-elf grins slyly at you, an uncanny glint of intelligence in
his eye betraying his "old-man" routine. With a healthy, powerful voice he
says, "What a remarkable interlude in my over-dull morning. It has been quite
some time since I have seen outlanders in the City... at least, ones not bound
and gagged, on their way to torture or worse."

He smirks, and looks you up and down in an appraising manner.

"In fact," he continues, "since you have come this far, you must be at least
 marginally skilled. Or exceptionally lucky, but luck can only bring you so
 far... either way, you may be of some use to me. If you would be so inclined.
 It is possible that our interests may co-incide? Obviously, you are here to
 put an end to our damnably glorious Queen. Or at the very least, to ruin her
 ineffective plotting."

He spits on the ground in disgust.

"Indeed, I have no love for, or loyalty to the Queen. If your plans include her
 or any thwarting of her plan, I may be able to help you."

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