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Slately puts a hand to his temple and looks down, continuing to focus on his ruler senses. Ace looks stunned, Pierce is concerned, and Tramennis frowns.
Slately: Not many. Some sentry-type garrison units, dolls and such. But they are being hunted down and systematically eliminated.
Tramennis: That's all? Between us and fifteen hundred pairs of matching manacles?
No warlords at all in there?!
Slately: No... just one commander.
The Hat Magician.