Satisfied, he placed the slipper of his damaged leg on her side. He had taught him how to hate, and had stood back, pleased and, yes, a little proud,as he watched his pupil plot with his particular cold-blooded single-mindedness the elder Stogggul'sdeath. Instead, he became obsessed with chasing Kundalan myth, with befriending theslaves. Thank you, she said, handing him back the empty goblet.
The ionmace whirred and swung out in an arc too wide to get inside her guard. She looked up, theincantation frozen in her throat. In desperation, she conjured the Spell of Forever. Yes, brother.
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