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— Fort Daelantine —[/center]

Indrau turned one of the bodies over with his cane and grunted while listening to the conversation between his captain and the presumed leader of the mercenaries. At the conclusion of Lady Tyeathes explanation he instinctively bared several inches of his blade with his free hand, putting enough of a whisper of willpower into the steel that the exposed runes flashed blue for the briefest moment.

"Something I think we should discuss first would be where this relic came from before causing this slaughter that we see here. We should take a look for any journals or records kept by whoever was in command. If it was being held in the fort then it might have been the objective of whoever these bandits were."

He stepped over the body and faced Alette.

"Unless, of course, these fake soldiers aren't bandits at all and are your own allies that fell under the compulsion of the shard. Maybe your own mission has gone somewhat badly and you feel the need to distract us from looking closer."