“Well?” asked the Captain, greeting Reoir as he joined them on the parapet. “Tell me about the robes.”“Rough-spun and interlaced” offered Reoir, breathless from the run. “Purple and silver, I think. I’m sorry, Captain, I don’t know which Order.” “That’s ok, the colours are enough. Was there anything supernatural? A glow or crackle? Any unexplained heat or cold?”

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