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As her name reached his ears, the inky savage turned his crown toward her with an interested and pointed stare. The string that followed was foreign to him. Skellige had never heard of such a being – Molech – but they must have been great to have gathered such a fierce woman and claimed her as a servant of their might. The length of his inky ears swiveled to meet the accent that adorned her words. He had never heard such a lilt in all his years, but it suited her well enough and was pleasant to the ears of one who knew very little. The question that followed did take him by surprise, and his limbs stiffened at the thought of sharing his ancient ones with this woman. She had offered answers to the questions that he had asked, though, and if he were to deny her knowledge of his great spirits, they would not smile on him.
 
“Skellige,” he introduced with a stoic nod. “And I serve many. The great spirits of the water and the life within,” he explained with a reverence that was rare. The dark glow of his eyes danced along the waves before him and he breathed deeply, engulfing his lungs with the taste of the saline breeze. At once, he could feel that they were pleased with him and they smiled on his devotion… and all was good.

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