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Lan En's face, as pale as ice, showed no sign of change. He spurred his horse forward, "We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves any longer, Bolten. You know what the situation is.",Lean, who had turned his head, first narrowed his catlike eyes, then returned them to their usual state.,"Hmm." Borto scratched his thick beard and nodded. "Right now, all you need to do is get familiar with the runes of the Quen sign."。