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Leave us.
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At once, Your Grace.
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The Lord of Light shines through you, young warrior.
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Come.
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What did you say to him?
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I told him death by fire is the purest death.
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- Why? - Because it is true.
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You're troubled my king.
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Yeah.
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These armies are but toys for the Lord of Light.
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Tell your lord to burn them, then.
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I tell him nothing!