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Later he would awaken inthe darkness of his cruel prison, only to again wonder why his masters would not believe him. He smelt of tobacco and liquor though he never seemed to be drunk. “How many souls live there?” he asked. He looked at Tristan.

Smashed furniture, torn paintings, and ripped draperies lay everywhere. “Because Yasmin’s offer was made freely, who am I to argue with it?” he added. “Even though magic is useless when the Borderlands are activated, the vast majority of time thearea is the way you see it now, through this room’s window,” Alma said. As he rode past the prince he gave Tristan a hard stare.