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The path to Durin's tent was not long, yet they were flanked by armed men and mages, alert and watchful. As they reached the entrance, two guards swiftly opened the tent, revealing a makeshift desk made from crates. A large map, adorned with small flags, covered the desk.

"Please, take a seat," Durin gestured. Moments later, guards brought in chairs, and both Larion and Lily, exchanging wary glances, sat down, their focus shifting to Durin seated behind the desk.

"What is the meaning of this discussion?" Larion inquired once more.

"And why would we entertain your schemes against the empire?" Lily's tone matched Larion's caution.

Examining the map, Durin retrieved papers from beneath it, scanning through them. "Are you perhaps from Theodus?" Durin's question hung in the air, directed more at Lily than Larion.

While Larion remained silent, Lily avoided the question pointedly. "Choosing silence, are we? No matter. I suspected as much, but it's good to have confirmation," Durin spoke with
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