NithSahor. The murals were obscured now by vines, which for some reason grew in profusionbeneath the chill light. There was precious little room to maneuver, and so far that was working to the daemon's favor. His canny black eyes swept across Riane for a moment before returning to the brother and sister.
He looked darkly at a Kundalanservant scurrying along like a rodent eager to return to its hidey-hole. The executioner is free to couch the awful truth in euphemisms, while the poor victimsare silenced. Between these natural separators were crates, barrels, and iron-banded boxes lashed inside thick netting. The ridge was teeming with Khagggun-—those who had swung over from the convoy and the otherswho had been lying in wait.
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