Saruman
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It's strange why the Voice didn't affect the dwarf. A group of surviving guards forms around me, along with crossbowmen emerging from nearby alleys and peasants with pitchforks coming out of their homes. An angel flies proudly above the makeshift army. I call out to the nearest guard: "Sir, what is this Obscurant, or whatever he is? And is he more important than the town hall? We're going somewhere much more important!"