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...If she won't do it, I will.

Collamair was brooding in his study when he heard the footsteps. Looking up, he blinked, there was a figure in a dark green cloak standing in front of his desk!
"Collamair?" Asked the figure in a smooth voice. "I have a proposition for you."
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Faylin pushed the top of the coffin up. Looking around he gasped when he saw there was a person in a dark blue cape sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. "Faylin?" the girl asked. Faylin nodded, struck dumb by the unexpected occurrence.
"I have a proposition for you."
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A few weeks later, a messenger came with the news, Collamair's sire, Bhruic, had died from a freak accident involving a farmer, the farmer's son, and a farming utensil. Struan had killed himself from grief, after torturing himself using his silver stakes, though his hands had been remarkably un-burnt, and Eanwulf had died from genital rot.