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The bookshelf collapses under his grasp, revealing a bare and solid brick wall. From behind Ishantar comes a short, cold laugh. He turns, and without seeing it he wouldn't have believed it: Ac'herel's voice has changed. No trace of emotion is left in the cold monotone bass of his chuckle. "Your comment has been duly noted, my lord", he says sternly. The temperature around him seems to drop. "What you do in your kingdom is your own business, my lord, surely; but know that we will allow no disruption to the civilized administration of the swamp. Speaking of disrupture... This barbarian lord is coming to the banquet tonight. You may want to be there, too. Unity is the perfect equilibrium; and we do want to conserve it, do we not? Good morning, my lord." He turns back to his desk. Between the shelves, strangled cries are heard as Ac'herel's henchmen make short work of shutting up spies.