Blackwater Islands I’ve got my contact high

The sounds of a fight drew the demon from his work, readying the training areas for future thaumaturges to learn. 

At first, he wondered if something was happening at the borders. But as he got closer to the commotion, he realized they were no where near the water. 

When he realized his brother was fighting one of the new acolytes, Tulok grew angry. The smell of blood was heavy in the air and as he arrived, he released a commanding snarl. 

What is going on here? he demanded to know, his roaring voice booming out over the sounds of the fight. There would be no way for them not to hear him.