Chapter 187: Noble Conversations

The orcs released their iron grip on Iden's upper arms, allowing her to stop.
She tensed, listening into the darkness behind the blindfold.
The footsteps of the guards retreated, and her mineral sense reported their metal armours lining up behind her.
Together, the orcs dropped to one knee and lowered their heads.
Iden swallowed. She was in the same room as the dark empress. Was it a 
torture chamber? She sniffed the air, almost sick with worry.
No blood. The air smelt humid, but with a hint of smoke.
Torches? Braziers? A basin filled with red-hot irons? Iden took a long 
breath and concentrated on suppressing her shivers. She would not 
besmirch her honour by showing fear in front of the enemy.
“Rise,” a young-sounding female voice said from somewhere ahead. It 
echoed faintly, indicating that the room was large and open.
The dark empress herself? Iden didn't find the voice intimidating. She 
shook her head – those were dangerous thoughts when dealing with a 
Keeper.
“Captain Lugot, you and your squad may leave after taking off her blindfold,” the voice continued.
One of the shapes behind Iden raised its metal gauntlet towards its 
helmet, saluting. The collection of metal pieces moved on to approach 
her from behind. A moment later, the knot of her blindfold came loose, 
and the piece of dark cloth fell off.
Iden took a blind step away from the orc, unable to see in the sudden 
brightness. Squinting, she spotted two braziers burning at the end of a 
long hall. Between them, gilded stairs drew her gaze upwards.
On a throne concealed by the glare, two spots of crimson glowed at head-height.
Iden froze as if she had spotted a poisonous snake. Not daring to look 
away from the figure on the throne, she wished her eyes would adapt to 
the light faster. Every gesture, every expression and every twitch of 
the enemy's face could prove vital to her continued survival. She didn't
 know what the Keeper wanted from her yet, but she was determined not to
 give it to her.
Behind her, the orc bellowed “Dwarf, you are in the presence of her 
Imperial Majesty Sailor Mercury, Empress of the Avatar Islands! 
Introduce yourself!”
She twitched at the volume and reflexively stood straight as she 
processed his words. Her mouth was already opening before she managed to
 remind herself that Mercury was foreign nobility, and a Keeper to boot.
Nevertheless, her title was real and demanded a minimum of courtesy and respect.
Reluctantly, she inclined her head. “Iden Sodnil,” she said, proud to 
keep her voice unwavering, “second daughter of Baron Sodnil.”
The indistinct silhouette of the dark empress nodded once. “Welcome. You
 are the first dwarven leader I have the opportunity to hold a civil 
conversation with,” she said.
That was a distinction Iden could have lived without. At least, she 
could comfort herself with the knowledge that none of her fellow nobles 
had been captured.
The two red glows in Mercury's face narrowed. “Of course, I would have 
preferred someone who wasn't involved in slaughtering the helpless 
wounded,” she continued in a cold voice.
Iden didn't flinch, but it was a near thing. Then, she got angry at the hypocrisy of a Keeper complaining about unsavoury combat tactics.
After Mercury's revelation, displeased muttering came from – above?
She allowed herself a brief look around while trying to come up with an 
answer that wouldn't get her killed or tortured in a fit of pique. Right
 now, she couldn't see the empress well enough to discern her body 
language anyway.
There were balconies to the left and right on the hall, with minions on 
top. Shoddy architecture in comparison with dwarven work, held up by 
tasteless pillars. Below, in the shadows, skulked more trolls and orcs 
and even a few dwarfs.
Her heart skipped a beat, and it took all of her hard-earned discipline to not gape like some common yokel. Those, those rotten traitors! How dare they? Didn't they remember- no. She couldn't get worked up now. The dark empress was waiting for an answer.
She could almost feel the expectant gazes of the audience on her, urging
 her on. “I do not have to justify my tactical decisions to the enemy,” 
she snapped, unable to contain her anger.
The words hung in the room, which fell silent.
Realising just how confrontational that had sounded, she quickly added “With all due respect.”
Mercury's scowl deepened.
Iden almost regretted being able to see her properly now. “However, if I
 had to justify my actions, then I would point out that leaving active 
enemies in my back would have been suicidal. Especially with no way to 
secure prisoners.”
Mercury's lips pressed closer together, forming a thin line. One of her 
hands tightened its grip on the armrest of her throne briefly before 
relaxing.
Signs of barely-restrained anger, Iden suspected. Of course, the dark 
empress was an evil mastermind and could be an accomplished actress. 
Then again, she was also an upstart commoner raised to the ranks of 
nobility. She wouldn't have had a proper education, so she might be 
betraying her real emotions here.
The brighter red glow in Mercury's eyes hinted at the latter 
possibility. “You should not have attacked, then,” the girl said, her 
voice no longer calm.
Iden simply couldn't stop herself. “Neither should you,” she quipped, a 
hint of smugness in her voice. Inwardly, she cringed. Was she actually 
trying to goad the Keeper into killing her? While a good way to avoid 
torture, suicide was shameful cowardice.
Mercury blinked, perhaps taken aback by Iden's boldness.
Iden secretly scoffed at the reaction, which she would have expected 
from a mere commoner. It fit with Mercury's general appearance. Her 
dress was of similar quality to what the daughter of a mildly successful
 merchant would wear – before the guards dragged her away for indecent 
exposure. That Keeper was insulting proper nobles everywhere by wearing 
something so scandalously short and clingy in front of her court!
“I did not attack you,” Mercury said, some of the heat leaving her voice.
That clinched it for Iden. Only an amateur would be put so easily on the
 defensive. “You have violated the borders of Nimbadnur,” she 
elaborated. “As a noble sworn to protect this land, I demand that you 
and your troops withdraw from our territory at once!”
“Impossible,” Mercury replied immediately.
Well, it had been worth a try. Being in a position where she had very little to lose was making her feel bolder.
“However, I am not the one who is to blame for the current situation,” 
the dark empress continued, her voice accusatory. “By your own laws, I 
should have been listened to when I asked to negotiate. It is my right 
as an empress.”
“Those laws weren't written with Keepers in mind,” Iden stated the obvious.
“Why would that change anything?” the dark empress asked. She didn't sound angry, merely curious. Curious and eager.
Iden's hackles rose. If she wasn't completely wrong, then Mercury was 
about to spring some kind of rhetorical trap on her. Obviously, she 
couldn't trust a word the enemy said. No matter what, she wouldn't 
betray her country! “Anyone who serves a Keeper is considered insane. 
Someone like that is not entitled to the usual privileges of nobility,” 
she summarised the relevant parts she remembered.
“Anyone serving Keepers. Your laws make no provisions for nobles who are Keepers. I had people research this issue,” the dark empress stated confidently.
If that was all that Mercury was betting on, then Iden had nothing to 
fear. “Are you implying that Keepers aren't inherently self-serving?”
If the dark empress was offended, she didn't show it. A faint smile 
played around her lips. “Ah, but answer me a simple question. Does or 
doesn't your law derive its legitimacy from the Light?”
“It does,” she answered after a brief moment of hesitation. It was a simple, undeniable fact.
“Now, did or didn't the Light gods know that I was a Keeper when they made me the Empress of the Avatar Islands?”
Iden's thoughts ground to a halt. She could already see where the dark 
empress was going with this, and she didn't like the direction at all. 
“They did,” she grumbled.
Mercury smiled. “And would the Light gods knowingly bestow a noble title on someone who wasn't fit to rule?”
”They clearly did,” Iden thought rebelliously. On some level, 
Mercury herself had to be aware of this, since she wasn't wearing a 
proper crown - merely a tiara with a large sapphire set in its centre. 
Was some last shred of decency stopping her from donning all of the 
trappings of the title she didn't deserve? “I do not presume to 
understand the motivations behind the actions of the gods,” she answered
 diplomatically.
“Well then, do you think that your laws are more important than the 
wishes of the Light, from whom they derive their legitimacy?” Mercury 
insisted.
Dangerous terrain. Iden clenched her teeth and stared straight ahead. 
She didn't have an acceptable reply. Obviously, the law wasn't above the
 will of the gods. On the other hand, she couldn't state in good 
conscience that the Light really wanted for Mercury to be an empress.
“Please answer the question,” the dark empress demanded when the silence stretched.
Unfortunately, Mercury was within her rights to expect an answer. 
Tradition demanded that she respect fellow nobles, especially those of 
higher rank. Even if they were foreign and evil. On the other hand, the 
law mandated that Keepers had to be destroyed, and any cooperation with 
them was forbidden.
Iden wondered if she should escape the situation by dashing forward, 
grabbing one of the braziers, and bashing the Keeper's head in. She 
dismissed that idea a split-second after considering it. Even if she 
wasn't tackled on the way or incinerated by foul magic, the dark empress
 could reportedly defeat a horned reaper in hand-to-hand combat. Still, a
 quick death might be better than whatever the Keeper had in store for 
her.
The gazes of the other dwarfs bored into her back, silent and disapproving.
Iden wasn't keen on dying, and she was embarrassing herself with her 
inability to answer. “The Light has more authority, but They would have 
taken action with the expectation that we will keep following our laws,”
 she spoke.
The dark empress smiled. “Well, then there is no problem. Your laws 
don't cover my specific situation, and your gods have expressed their 
will on this issue. I am a noble, and you would have to abide by any 
agreements I made with your leaders.”
Iden gritted her teeth so hard she feared she would chip them. Looking 
at the floor, she said “I cannot spot the flaw in your argumentation,” 
she admitted in defeat. Was this how Mercury had started grinding down 
the resolve of the other dwarfs? Her presence was a lot more 
intimidating when she couldn't simply be dismissed as an insane maniac 
with no right to rule.
“Thank you. With that out of the way, I think you would be of sufficient
 rank to make yourself heard if I used you as a go-between for 
negotiations?” Mercury asked, suddenly all business.
“What is there to negotiate?” she asked in surprise.
“Ceasefires, cessation of hostilities and hostage exchanges, to start with.”
“That's not going to happen. None of it,” she said with conviction, 
staring straight into Mercury's eyes. Keeper Bartholomeus – cursed be 
his name - had demonstrated only fifteen years ago how much harm a 
Keeper who wasn't stopped quickly could do. “Your continued presence in 
our lands is intolerable.”
The disappointment creeping on Mercury's face did much to lift Iden's mood.
“What about the prisoners I took during the assault? I can't imagine 
that you don't want them back,” the Empress asked, sounding almost 
pleading.
Iden thought about her father, who was probably worrying about her being
 tortured right now. Her throat constricting as she said “There's 
nothing to be gained from ransoming hostages from a Keeper. We either 
free them or bury them,” she explained. It painted a bleak picture of 
her own future, she realised.
“That's horrible!” the dark empress exclaimed and shifted on her throne uneasily.
Who was she trying to kid? “Keepers are even more horrible! It's the only sane approach to take!”
Mercury sighed and lowered her head. “You have given me much to think about. For the moment, you are dismissed.”
An instant later, Iden found herself back in a cell, though it was a more comfortable one than her previous one.
Six burning candles decorated the small shrine to the Light travelling 
through the tunnel, riding on a wheelbarrow. A dwarven priest was 
pushing the vehicle forwards at a steady pace, carefully keeping the 
shrine from scraping against the roughly hewn walls.
Behind him, two guards in full plate armour marched in lock-step, 
carrying heavy coils of warding chain. A similar pair moved at the end 
of the procession, following the palanquin of a white-haired wizard 
holding a crystal ball within his shaky grasp.
In the middle of all these precautions, the commanders of the forces 
besieging Whitemountain were walking alongside a rolling map table.
“We have to rescue the hostages right now,” a bald dwarf with a 
rusty red beard said. “Those large torture chambers she built don't 
leave us much of a choice, and-”
Baron Lolok raised his hand. “Baron Sodnil, I understand that you want to save your daughter, but caution-”
Sodnil glared at him so fiercely that the other man swallowed.
Count Ornish sympathised with the red-bearded baron's anger. He didn't 
want to imagine what it would feel like if one of his own children was 
about to be tortured by a Keeper.
“This isn't only about Iden!” Sodnil said loudly, his brow furrowed. 
“This isn't even only about our men captured by that monster!” He 
slammed his palm onto one of the floor plans of the dungeon. “Have you 
forgotten all about her other hostages?”
Ornish recognised the map as one of the dungeon's lower layers, where 
the human prisoners of the dark empress dwelt. He'd seen them briefly in
 the crystal ball and pitied them. Children and teenagers clad in barely
 decent rags, forced to live in a den of evil and immorality. Without 
enough adults to guide them on the right path, they had little hopes of 
resisting the Keeper's corrupting influence. “You believe she will no 
longer be satisfied with turning them to her side slowly?”
Baron Sodnil nodded. “Yes, my liege. She needs troops, therefore she will not ignore such a resource!”
“Now wait a moment,” the third baron objected. Zonbal was a 
heavily-built dwarf whose beard resembled the puffy cheeks of a hamster.
 “That's not a conclusion we should jump to lightly. Yes, she tried to 
deceive us about getting orc support,” he inclined his head briefly 
towards the wizard with his crystal ball, “but that doesn't mean her 
dungeon is undermanned right now!”
“Let's see,” Sodnil said, raising his hand. “She tried to talk us into 
not attacking, she took prisoners rather than killing our soldiers, she 
built torture chambers, she tried to deceive us about her troop 
strength, and she is fortifying her position. With each point, he had 
raised one finger. “The conclusion is clear: she is not ready for an 
all-out assault. If we use all of our troops this time-”
“We are much weaker than we started out, too!” Zonbal interrupted, 
raising his voice. “The men we had to evacuate through the hero gate are
 still at the capital, and so is the Avatar!”
“Great help that he was,” Lolok muttered into his beard, crossing his arms.
Count Ornish weighted the arguments. If he gave up on maintaining a secure perimeter, he could
 mount an assault with one and a half again as many soldiers as the 
first one. By focusing on reaching the hostages, rather than generalised
 demolition, he should be able to rescue them and then beat a hasty 
retreat. “I am inclined to side with Baron Sodnil here,” he said. 
“Inaction will not serve us.”
“But my liege!” Zonbal said, his face pale. “It would be wiser to wait 
for the Duke's reinforcements! The dark empress may deploy more lethal 
measures if we press her too hard!”
“Coward,” Sodnil shouted. “We will be forced to fight our own people if we wait a few days! Do you want that?”
Zonbal ignored him and continued pleading with Count Ornish. “It's too 
dangerous! What about the recent quakes?” He moved his index finger over
 a map that showed the surface. The digit hovered briefly over the 
red-circled epicentres located around the dungeon.
Ornish turned is head towards the wizard, who was resting on his pillows.
“Sorry, it's dark. Can't see a thing,” the elderly dwarf said, waving his hand over the crystal ball.
“Perhaps I can shed some light on this,” Baron Lolok said. “I took the liberty of sending some scouts to take a closer look.”
“Dangerous,” Zonbal commented, scratching his chin.
“It's neutral territory, the risks were minimal,” Lolok contradicted.
“Well, what did they find?” Baron Sodnil asked impatiently.
“Zones where the underground has been smashed into rubble by some kind 
of magic. Basically, we have to dig through a zone of loose rock to get 
into the dungeon.”
Count Ornish scoffed. “Is that all? It sounds like something our engineers can handle easily.”
Lolok shrugged. “It would pose a significant obstacle to imps and lesser
 miners,” he said. “The dark empress may not be fully aware of our 
capabilities.”
Ornish smiled. “That would be a welcome advantage,” he thought out loud.
 “If we could surprise her by attacking from a direction she isn't 
expecting...”
Baron Zonbal sighed and lowered his head in defeat.
A new sound could be heard over the synchronised footsteps of the 
marching soldiers. Someone was running towards the group, only to be 
stopped by the rearmost guards.
“Quick, let me through,” the new arrival said as he caught his breath. 
With his body concealed underneath a cloak that shifted colours to adapt
 to its environment, it looked as if his head was floating. “I have 
urgent news for the Lords!”
“Let him pass,” Ornish ordered, both curious and worried. Surprises, in his experience, were rarely a good thing during war.
“Ghosts,” the scout said between panting breaths. “In the fissures!”
“Ghosts?” Sodnil said incredulously, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure? 
Everyone knows about her feud with the dark god of the undead.”
“One of them bit my partner,” the scout said flatly, shooting the baron a dark look.
Ornish didn't like where this was going. “Explain. Where did you spot the ghosts?”
The scout “River. Near the quake-damaged areas. Azok – that's my partner – wanted to check out a fissure near the waterline.”
Someone arrived with a full mug and proffered it to the tired dwarf.
He grabbed it and chugged it down in one go. “Ah, that's better.” He 
blinked at the waiting nobles. “Right. So Azok wanted to check how much 
water was draining into the underground, but he slipped. Water was 
pretty deep there. Gave me a good fright when he went under. Not as much
 as the ghost, though.”
“What ghost?” Baron Sodnil interrupted.
Ornish shot him a glare and raised his hand in a shushing motion.
“The one attached to his leg when I pulled him out,” the scout said, 
shivering. “Looked horrible. Frozen blood on its fangs, mist drifting 
from its face. Anyway, Azok was screaming and thrashing, so I poked the 
thing with my sword. It let go, thank the Light, but then more started 
popping out of the water like mushrooms. We ran. Had to carry him half 
the way.”
“Good work, soldier,” Count Ornish complimented the exhausted man. “Go 
take a rest and have another drink. I'll send someone to take a more 
detailed report later.”
“Thank you, my Liege.” The scout bowed deeply and departed, at a much more sedate pace than he had come.
The assembled nobles looked at each other as they digested the new information.
“So. Ghosts,” Count Ornish began. “Thoughts?”
“How?” Baron Sodnil asked, his voice shrill. “It should be impossible, the god of the undead hates her!”
Baron Lolok shrugged. “Nevertheless, there they are. Hmm.” His haggard 
features grew thoughtful. “No bones nor bodies for us to sense. They'd 
be perfect for an ambush.”
“Trap.” Zonbal stated, slamming his fist into his palm. “She wants us to
 attack! The torture chambers, the fake reinforcements – it's all part 
of her plan to make us charge in recklessly!”
Count Ornish felt his hackles rise. Zonbal's words made too much sense. 
He had been about to lead his men straight to their doom.
The vampire stood transfixed, unable to tear his gaze from the expanding puddle of blood on the floor of Ami's lab.
“Believe me, you don't want any of that,” Tiger commented with a smirk, jolting the undead monster from his stupor.
He turned to look at the youma in confusion, his expression urging her to elaborate.
Ami cleared her throat, reminding him of her presence. “I believe you were here to report on something?”
The black-robed figure jerked upright, the tip of his tongue darting 
back into his mouth. “Yes, your Majesty, please forgive my lapse of 
attention. Golga informs me that the ghosts have all been returned to 
their lair, without further incidents. Do you have additional orders 
that require my particular skills?”
“No, I am satisfied with your current achievements,” she replied. “And please stop staring at the experiment.”
Tiger snickered.
“Apologies, your Majesty.” He swivelled to face Ami directly, without moving any of his limbs.
“You did great work luring those scouts to where they were needed,” she 
continued. “Are you certain they won't suspect foul play?”
“Almost completely. I projected only a hint of movement in the corner of
 an eye here, the warning cry of a disturbed animal there...” The 
vampire shrugged. “Small nudges, but enough to guide them in the right 
direction.”
“Wait, you can do that with the scavenger room?” Tiger asked.
“It would be a poor tool for corrupting the weak-minded if couldn't influence them without being blatantly obvious.”
Ami nodded slowly, feeling a little uncomfortable. Personally, she had 
never practised enough with the giant bobbing eyes to send anything 
more complex than words, so she had to trust in him knowing what he was 
doing.
“As for your Majesty's own contribution, I don't believe they noticed,” 
the unnaturally still figure continued. “Indeed, under the 
circumstances, they would have had no time to wonder about why a stone 
came loose under a foot.”
Ami winced. She hadn't enjoyed making the dwarf fall into the cold river
 in the first place, but him getting bitten by an overly aggressive 
ghost hadn't been part of the plan. “Oh, and tell Golga that I don't 
blame her for the bite. That was due to the spirit's interference,” she 
said.
The evil thing was in bad shape from the repeated ghost extractions and 
more irate than ever. At some point, it had dropped below the threshold 
of power necessary to maintain sapience, rendering it unable to 
comprehend complex orders. This gave it more leeway than Ami would have 
liked.
The vampire's gaze lingered briefly on the floor tile underneath which 
she had temporarily stored the angry spirit. “She will be relieved to 
hear that, I'm sure, and I shall inform her forthwith. By your leave?”
“Dismissed,” Ami confirmed.
With a last, longing look at the blood on the floor, the creature floated toward the exit.
By now, the puddle had expanded enough that it threatened to touch Tiger’s toes.
The youma took a hasty step backwards and turned towards Ami, putting 
her hands on her hips. “What a mess. I told you to ask Jadeite for 
help!”
“I couldn’t, not for something like this,” Ami protested, covering her cheeks with her hands as she shook her head.
“What's the problem? I'm sure he wouldn't mind,” Tiger said, her tone 
turning mischievous. “He might even see something that gives him ideas,”
 she added with a wink.
Ami flushed. “Tiger! D-don’t imply improper things like that,” she said 
in a scandalised voice. Turning away from her adopted sister, she 
pointed at the third occupant of the room. “Can’t you fix that instead?”
A bleeding figure that could have been Ami’s twin stood in the spotlight, leaking blood from many long gashes in her skin.
Ami’s stomach twisted just from looking at the wounds. She focused on 
the figure’s right elbow, where a ragged slit ran almost all the way 
around the joint. Through the gaping tear in the skin, she could see the
 blood-smeared ice below.
“It’s difficult,” Tiger whined.
A small patch of skin flaked off the animated statue and landed in the 
puddle on the ground, sending ripples through the red liquid.
“J-just dispel it already,” Ami instructed, looking away. She was 
extremely grateful that the disguised golem’s face remained serene and 
expressionless. Glamour could simulate senses, and the statue looked as 
if it should have been in excruciating pain.
“Fine. This is pretty gross,” the youma agreed.
The blood on the floor turned into water, and the ice golem’s skin faded
 away, turning smooth and reflective. Within moments, all of the gashes 
on her body had filled, leaving her looking none the worse for wear.
“I don’t understand why this is so difficult for you,” Ami said, 
honestly puzzled. “You already taught me that corpse decoy glamour. 
Shouldn’t this be extremely similar?”
“Asks the girl who isn’t able to cast even the simplest glamour without 
possessing someone and having them demonstrate it over and over again 
until she can copy it,” Tiger answered, visibly satisfied about 
excelling in an area that Ami was weak in.
Ami clenched her teeth. The fact that Tiger was basically correct stung 
her pride. Sure, she could go through the motions, shape her magic in 
the right way and get the expected result, but she had to work by pure 
rote memory. “It just doesn’t make sense to me,” she said heatedly.
Tiger patted her on the head. “Well, being the smart big sister that I 
am, I shall explain the problem. This is something completely different 
from the corpse since I don’t have the luxury of creating something from
 a blank slate. I need to keep the base alive and working correctly 
while melding it seamlessly into the glamour. Also, the glamour itself 
isn’t just some dead matter, which- “
“I get it,” Ami said, looking at the floor. “My assumptions were wrong 
and I shouldn’t have been too embarrassed to ask Jadeite for help with 
this.”
“True, but I think I’ve got this now,” Tiger said, approaching the golem
 and putting one finger on her forehead. “If I make the skin stick 
better to the ice underneath, that should stop it from getting 
overstretched and tearing. Let’s see…”
With a shimmer that looked like heat haze, the statue's surface turned 
soft and flesh-coloured. Strands of ice transformed into blue hair, and 
clear irises gained a shade of blue that Ami used to see in the mirror. 
The result of Tiger's glamour looked good so far, but so had the 
previous one at the start.
“Now we just need to check if it will burst open again,” the 
orange-skinned girl said as she took a few steps back. “Golem, copy my 
movements!” she commanded as she started doing jumping jacks.
The statue diligently mirrored Tiger's actions, without causing any disturbing tearing noises or spurting blood.
Encouraged, the youma moved on to more challenging stretching exercises that Ami recognised from gym class.
So far, the golem’s skin seemed to remain intact even as she explored 
the limits of human motion range. When she tried to mimic Tiger 
balancing on one leg, she fell over since she had a different centre of 
gravity, but even her scrapes looked realistic.
“Yeah, I think that’s enough,” Tiger said, stopping with the exercises. “Looks like a success to me.”
“It would be good if the glamour did something about changing the 
clothes too,” Ami suggested, her cheeks burning. She didn't want to find
 out what wearing ice chainmail on bare skin felt like.
“And add even more complexity to the spell? Remember, you still have to 
learn it. Just transform before you use it or get changed the normal 
way.”
Ami nodded. That was a solution she could live with.
“I still don’t get why you don’t just have Jadeite apply the glamour before you leave,” her adopted sister continued.
“He won't be around when I go visit the duke of Salthalls,” Ami answered.
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