The young mage shrank back in his chair as much as the bindings would allow. He was shaking his head, struggling to form sentences coherently and slowly enough to make sense through his rapid breathing.
"I- I'm not, though. He didn't want-- He never told me. I don't think his vault is even on the property. I don't know where it is. You- you have to believe me..."
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"I- I'm not, though. He didn't want-- He never told me. I don't think his vault is even on the property. I don't know where it is. You- you have to believe me..."