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the smirk that split the jaws of the opposite beast had filled with an amused sort of malice, rather than humour -- but lasher stood fast. he would rather brave the jagged shark's-teeth in that maw than return home with no knowledge of the priestess' whereabouts. the man spoke of a 'black face;' relief flooded the druid. "yes, yes, that is her. dark features," he burbled, but the next demand cut his bubble of joy rather to shreds.

his countenance fell as the man racked his mind for any recollection of the amazon's name, but never in their meetings had they spoken of their titles. "i do not know it," he breathed mournfully, but his voice grew stern. "no matter; is she here? simply tell me if she is well, and i shall depart."