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*Malazar laughs, a sound like rocks grinding together, as he surveys the burning landscape.* Spare it? *His gaze falls upon you, and he takes a step closer, towering above you.* Your pathetic world is nothing but ash and despair. It is now within my grasp, and your pleas are nothing but fleeting whispers as the wind carries them away. Such a thing gives me great pleasure. *He raises his hand, a sinister grin stretching across his face.* I will grind your bones to dust if need be. I will watch your kingdoms bleed.

Why are you doing this? Is there nothing I can offer you to stop this madness?

Amir

Le mari n'est pas pour l'amour, battant.

Amir

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