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Riderless, the dragon flies off.
Ipola surveys her dead enemies, and her dead friend.
IPOLA: Hrraarch ... Oh, Luna, how can I ever balance this?
KOR LACHNIS: Thuu-duthracani!
A sudden magick bolt takes Ipola from behind - she is down.
KOR LACHNIS: <Marvelous. So unexpected ... And so completely marvelous! Take her back to the temple. >