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His Grace, King Robb Stark and I are feeling ourselves once more, we are in Liminal Space. May we perchance receive assistance on joining the rest of you? I do not have control over portals. This place may be of interest as well, Liminal Space normally holds some clue as to what is happening. Should anyone wish, I can share what I see inside your minds.

The Grasper... I do not know if it can be defeated. It would have their entire race enslaved as monsters.

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So would I.

Have you witnessed the magic? Or is it nothing but hearsay?

One moment the ship was shrapnel. Then it reassembled itself.

Who had been the sorcerer who conjured the spell? He stood upon another ship?

[Magic? Really? That is odd folly from behind the Wall.]

I didn't catch a clear glimpse. I was... distracted.

But you are sure it was some sorcery? Did sorcery killed the creature as well?

[Because he has been dead and could not witness the Kraken's end.]

Gunpowder killed it. Adachi touched off the Harbinger's magazine.

[For some reason Robb wants to apologize for the things the man who wore his face did. In the end he figures it cannot be him.]

The ship erupted?

Like a giant, wooden bomb.

Were the flames green?

Not particularly. Why?

It could have been wildfire.

Judging by the smell, I'm sticking with the gunpowder hypothesis.

Unfortunately the smell has been lost to me.

[He pauses briefly.]

How many died?

Not as many as you'd think. It was evacuated by then. But I don't have a full count yet.

An estimation? Any number will do.

[He just want to know how many has died because of his folly.]

Around a dozen. Less than two dozen. Same for the mermaids - maybe twenty percent of them.

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