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Erik turned to the newcomers, viewing the woman on the wolf with surprise. He had heard of the tribes of the north using packs to aid them. Seeing her with the armored warrior, he loosely held his hammer, not wanting to accidently enter his death state.
Dyvia on the other hand was prepared for an attack, although it looked as if Miles led her willingly, she knew there were ways to make it appear so. Heating her hammer till it was dimly glowing, she stood near Balar and Tiella.

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