Ugandthia crossed his arms but didn’t speak; only stared at Zeshad expectantly. Zeshad drew himself up to his full fifteen feet and strapped his trident across his back. “What are our orders you sniveling cur?” He asked turning to Malek. “Just to wait for dusk,” Malek replied as he waddled out of... Sign in to see full entry.
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