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is sought for the brutal murder
of Vildan Vildir.
A reward will be...
I can't believe this!
They're framing us.
They're framing you.
You're nothing but a Thief.
They can't be framing me.
I'm an aristocrat. I'm a Mage.
A low-level Mage--
completely expendable.
Practically worthless.
This is ridiculous.
I'll go to the authorities.
I can't go to the authorities.
That's right.
They'll toss you in prison...
and torture you
till you confess.
You better tell us,
'cause like the man said...
we're your accomplices.
All right.
Come on!
You allow...
a slip of a girl
to escape you...
with the scroll...
and now Norda,
the Empress' finest tracker...
is in pursuit...
and you tell me
not to concern myself?
It was a mistake.
It will not happen again.
There you are right.
And here's why...
Just a friend I'm sending along
for the ride.
A gentle reminder
not to make any more mistakes.
the Rod...
I'll ensure that he--
it...
vacate the premises.
Now...
may I suggest...
that once you two have become
fully acquainted...
you follow the Empress'
tracker Norda.
She happens to be good
at her job.
She will lead you
to our missing friends...
and the scroll...
and this time, Damodar...
don't fail me.
It's about time!
If we find the Rod, the Empress
heaps us with gold, huh?
Why don't you try and rise above
being a Dwarf?
This isn't about gold.
Empire?
You Mages are the only ones
who benefit from it.
Oh, really? That's
an interesting sentiment...
coming from a guy
who steals things for a living.
Have you ever heard
We might live outside the law,
but we respect each other.
Unlike a bunch
of back-stabbing Mages.
That is just the sort of
half-baked, illiterate drivel...
that proves Commoners
really are common.
That's it. We're out of here.
Come on, Snails.
We'll go into hiding.
She can find the Rod herself.
Fine.
I thought you were leaving.
Mind if we eat first?
No. Be my guest.
Those red marks there
look like the locks...
my father used to put on plans
in his carriages.
Please.
This is an ancient scroll,
not a blueprint for a bucket.
You don't seem to know
what you're doing...
so you might as well let me
have a look.
Give that back!
Let's see. He used to put
his fingers like this...
and then he'd say
something like...
Alanor, salah--
What was that word?
Bidet.
Bidet? Bidara! Bidara.
Alanor, salah, bidara!
Can't blame me for trying.
At least I--
See that there?
I knew that boy had talent!
Alanor, salah, bidara!
Do not let them escape...
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