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We have the aid and alliance of an ancient and wise people,” Mavone, suggested.
“Don’t take me as an example,” Onranion hurried to say. “The rest of us are really quite nice.”
“A people whose own unfortunate history is the spawn of our current misfortune,” Pentandra recalled.
“Most of the rest of us are quite nice,” Onranion corrected, nervously.
“And some of you are fanatical undead arseholes whose millennia-long imprisonment for magical ethics violations conspired to stir up a genocidal war against us,” Pentandra continued.
“They were undeniably evil,” Onranion agreed. “And soundly punished by the proper authorities. The Alka Alon Council.”
“The same authorities who withdrew their support and guidance for my people while their civilization crumbled, keeping us in purposeful ignorance in an effort to keep us divided and make us more manageable,” Pentandra accused, crossly. There was a long pause, as the Alkan considered her words.
“Well, I’m quite charming,” Onranion offered, dismayed, after pausing to consider.
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