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| Lorish Rinard |
“Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that you are right,
and these CELESTIALS, are truly benevolent, only with the best of intentions,
then that is all I will discover. If you
are wrong, and their best intentions aren’t the choices we would make, you will
thank me for having our agent aboard with your good Captain.” Lorish Rinard was speaking rapidly,
passionately, “Certainly if there are celestials it implies that there are
Infernals? Where are they in their grand scheme?”
Lyeilia sighed frustrated with her father’s cynicism and
paranoia, “Then why didn’t you confide in Zilinias instead of planting one of
your agents aboard his ship?”
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| Lyeilia |
Lorish
snorted at her comment, “Ship? More like a balloon, you would be wise to
remember that spies are usually someone in a position of trust. Zilinias’ current route depends upon good
relations with at least one of the saintly scales, I couldn’t chance the good
captain or any of his crew revealing our suspicions.”
Lyeilia refrained from responding and left her father in his
den with the tea she had brought him. Wryly
she thought to herself how right her father was about spies in position of
trust. It wasn’t Zilinias whose
loyalties lay with the dragons, it was his only daughter.
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