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Ander Vale

Ander stops on the dry threshold and does not step into the grease. Shield up, sword down at his side, not raised. He looks past Gullian to the thing in the puddle. "Sootmurk. The King's Road captives. Named, alive, walking out. That is what I came for." A beat. "Right. We can talk tribute. Magical objects from the haunted chambers, if that is the price. No steel through it while you consider. I will stand here." He stays in the doorway, between the others and the grease. Does not advance. Does not swing.