Lord Garth of Atlantis is drawn, haggard and only on his feet by sheer force of will. The word that his wife and son had returned dragged him back to consciousness with a heavy heart.
He hadn't been able to find them over the last few weeks and now they were here to finish what they started. He couldn't let them, even if it meant dying.
"You took my wife and son, monster. I will see you release them, or I will die making you do so." Garth says, beginning to chant beneath his breath.
"Move aside!" he tells the soldiers, who hasten to get out of the way.
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