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Sir Gaufrey is moving amongst the crowds of frozen and unmoving castle denizens. His face is contorted in madness.
He wails and bellows alternately in frustration and sorrow:
- Where is my wife? Where is she? Perhaps she has been taken by the Half-Men... or the slave-merchants of Urshull Vandal-Eye... I cannot remember her face? Her face? If only I had some memory of her... And that traitor, Sir Aindriu! Where is he? Is he in league with those hated Silverless mercenaries, the Anargyroi? Has he been taken by the Half-Men? What has become of us?
