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Pharaun turned to Valas, whose eyes were darting from one widow to another. He had a hand on one of the many garish trinkets he wore pi
"So, Master Hune," Pharaun said, "here we are."
Valas looked at him and nodded.
"Where we're going. ." the wizard said, pausing to gather his thoughts—not easy with the prospect of stepping through that particular portal looming so close. "It could be that your services are no longer required."
Valas locked his eyes on Pharaun's and said, "My services are no longer adequate."
Pharaun took a deep breath.
"Well," the wizard said, "as I said before, we would benefit from your skills and experience wherever we go, but here we've come to a point where you must make a decision."
"I have," said Valas, the look in his eye inviting no more conversation.
"Yes, well," Pharaun said, "there it is."
The wizard turned and without a backward glance stepped into the portal, leaving Valas Hune behind.