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You nod solemnly, sitting back down. You don't want to ask him, but
you have to.
"Did she say anything about me?" you ask Myrllin.
"No," he says. "Just gibberish about the
Rebellion."
The Rebellion. That rings a bell in your confused head. The
Rebellion is fighting a war against the dark queen Mordeth. But it's
supposed to be only a rumor....
"Are...are you a part of the Rebellion?" you ask.
"Me? No. I only teach a few of them the Lost Arts. Sort of a
penance for teaching Queen Mordeth the Arts."
You nod, remembering what you asked in the first place.
"Lyandra. What did she say?"
"Just gibberish about the Rebellion leader, Tyler
Sandstrom."
Another name that rings a few bells in your so-called memory. Tyler
Sandstrom. A nobleman, supposedly Queen Mordeth's betrothed, until
she went evil and started conquering neighboring countries.
"....changed his face," Myrllin mutters.
"What?" you ask.
"What? Oh, she just said that the Rebellion magically altered
Sandstrom's face so he could infiltrate Queen Mordeth's army. But
that was two months ago."
The old teacher wipes tears out of his eyes before looking at you.
"She's fine," Myrllin says. "Just a little out of
sorts."
