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"Quiil, globurz kulshodar" he said with a hushed sneer, eyes locking onto the demon with a particular anger. "Lat fik shorat. Baj za fik vend gimb izishu agh thrak kragor agh kathotar mubi izishu. Rad lat ghashn izish u ukh zogtark?" He gave a snort and readied himself. The scent of blood was...

The last few hours had been strange. Dangerous. Nakatur remembered transfering slaves... A demon. He had done his best to warn the others of the bad luck that came with their kind. Now look at them. Trapped in a hole. He cursed in his clantongue and rose. Wait... His sword? Where had his sword...