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The leader of the darkspawn locks eyes with you. It points to the crowd of mages in the chamber below you and hisses, “Kill.”
Tarquin, who is clearly less than thrilled by the situation as a whole, says, “How do you—” but, before he can finish, the darkspawn interrupts.
“Kill.”
Tarquin says, “How are the four of us meant to take care of all of them?”
Ashur says, “If I cast a really wide force blast…”
“No,” Mae says. “It’s not safe. We need the element of surprise.”
You and Tarquin look at each other. Neither of you particularly wants to put yourselves in the middle of some kind of evil magister conclave… but you don’t think it’ll be much easier to surprise them, either.