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  Image - The Sacrifice of Eryndor Iluviel The company approached the towering gates of the Labyrinth, where the Elven Guard stood in solemn formation. Their emerald cloaks shimmered faintly in the pale dawn light, motionless as carved statues. At their head was Galadran, Captain of the Guard, a figure of elven grace and steely resolve. His once-bright eyes were now dimmed by weariness, and deep lines creased his brow—scars not of battle, but of grief. Galadran stepped forward as the group halted. His voice, though clear, was heavy with the burden of recent loss. “Hail and well met, Jederman the Barbarian,” he said with a slow nod. “And with you, the company of the Alten Hofs. A noble band for a noble cause—if your hearts still burn with justice. But what is this? A dwarf among you?” His gaze narrowed, scanning the stout figure beside the others. “And where is Erendriel? For I suspect it is Eryndor whom you seek… and yet I see not his brother.” Jederman stepped forward, his f...
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