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She had only advanced a few steps down the tunnel before she felt Angóre's cold hand on her shoulder. She looked up at his disapproving face. "You may do as you wish, lady Erenor," he said quietly. "But as long as I remain your guard I would order you at least in this; let me go first! I will walk ahead some ways and remain alert for dangers. I'll wait for you at intersections."
He turned to the young man. "I am entrusting the safety of Lady Erenor to you, Faerim. See that no danger befalls her; her life is more important then mine. Or yours." Without waiting for a reply, he turned and vanished into the darkness of the tunnel."
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