Hastiand swept his eyes across the room, taking in the scene. To his right, he saw a large, muscular man with an eye patch holding a pistol surrounded by dead monks. In the middle of the room, a man lay on the floor in a pool of blood with a hole in his chest. A pale man dressed in white armor carrying a glowing spear-thing floated above them. The young thief from Ire stood beside the muscular eye-patched man. They all stared wide-eyed at him.
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