Scrael walked into the top room of the tower of Zaod. "The plan is complete and all is ready, Master," he said. "Very good Scrael," the master said. "You are better at this than I first thought." At this, Scrael peered around the room. "I suppose you are looking for the scroll," the master said, noticing Scrael's eagerness. "Well, it isn't here," he continued. "I couldn't retrieve it. It seems to have some sort of forcefield around it and I can't sense where it is," he finished, looking downhearted. "Maybe the archives can help," Scrael suggested. "Perhaps," said the master. "I'll check later. Now, what is the situation on the human?" "I called from the location five minutes ago," Scrael replied. "Good," said the master. "I will teleport you there in a few minutes." "But what about the goblins, Master?" Scrael asked. "They will be ready when you return," the master replied. "Now, quickly, you must get there before the human does, or the plan will never work." "Yes, Master," Scrael said. The two walked to the edge of the room. Scrael stood on a circular black platform, while the master sat on a black chair. Then, the master put his hand over a glowing orb on top of an elbow high, black tower. The master then uttered a few words in a strange language and Scrael disappeared.
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