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Blonde Archon: It would not invalidate our alliance agreement, but it complicates it somewhat.
So we'd like to know if you are committing treachery here.
Jillian tilts her head to the side and looks pensive, as the blonde Archon looks on.|||
An idealized image shows Prince Ansom striking a heroic pose, his teeth gleaming as he flashes them in a gigantic grin.|||
Jillian Zamussels: But he's in love with his pretty ideas.
"Noblesse oblige," and that kinda crap. It makes him pretty reckless with his own statuesque keister.
A scene shows a wide aerial view of the forest where Ansom's group is located. A few tiny dots can be seen in a circular clearing.|||
Jillian Zamussels: So here's the mission now.
We've got the move to reach the column, except for one mount.
That's exactly enough to fly in, mount the three warlords, and get to safety.
Jillian turns toward Jaclyn, who stands at the edge of the frame in the foreground. Jaclyn is facing away from us, but we can see that her arms are crossed and her bearing is firm. Beyond Jillian, the blonde Archon looks forward with a surprised expression.|||
Jaclyn, Jillian, and the blonde Archon are seen from behind as they look out over the lake. The blonde Archon points at the large group of dwagons hoving over the water directly in front of them.|||
Blonde Archon: I believe the question has just been rendered moot. |||