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he nodded, still organising every bit of information provided.

"lake rodney's near ally land, right? breh-chel-ee-ain't. i'd say th' foreign exchange princess is in exact state t' be persuaded. have a somebody-" a pointed look. "-sent there wi' her word tha' a poor hapless stranger 's in need'a bed n food. ya leave ya woman there t' wash away th' scent o' th' cult, relax a lil', n in some week or months we could sneak her in as another offerin' fram our neighbors. the pharaoh likes gifts."

the chihuahua groaned. "that's if we can if nawt persuade her, then trick 'er inta stayin' there. how would- would ya say she's attached t' th' saints? or held hostage? or somethin'?"