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The heavy iron portcullis dropped behind Wilhelm as he stepped inside. He could hear wood and iron strain to raise the huge drawbridge. When at last the great gates closed, the light was snuffed.
"That servant!" whispered Petrit as they stepped from the gloom into the plaza.
"What of him?" whispered Wilhelm.
"His name is Emery," the shopkeeper whispered, and turned his head away before the other man could see his face.
