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 | | So, even as Schala was beginning to speak a few words of her own, a tale long forgotten that came out of ancient Zeal, the first rays of the dawn sun touched upon them. |
 | | Schala listened much, but also gave her own tales (most often tales of daring that she had experienced in her life as Kid, by Serge’s side, but also some more ancient ones from Zeal). |
 | | Schala nodded, and said: “And I, for one, swear that so long as this company lasts, so long as but one other remains, I shall remain forever faithful and loyal to you,” she looked around at them each in turn. |
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