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Ansom rises on his carpet toward a group of Archons. On the ground, the Superfluous Elf cups his hands around his mouth to shout up at him.
Superfluous Warlord: I do not trust you! We should have waited until Charlie could attack!
Prince Ansom: Charlescomm can yet assist.
Obey your orders!
I shall return!