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The amiirad would be welcomed by a series of furs scattered about the living space, and Akhtar’s protesting shouts from deeper inside.

Out came a skuttling figure. Small, smaller than the Amiirad, skuttling away as fast as it’s legs could take it. The scorpion managed to escape the priest for now, hiding away deeper in Akashingo’s caverns, and the priest himself would lead a mad hunt to kill the beast later. As it was, he came out of the deeper rooms like a man possessed, eyes wide, before he stopped.

Ah! Toula, good morning! He said, plastering on a huge grin to greet the girl.

You are early! I was just about to put these away. Guiltily, he shoved the pelts away, intent on smacking his way through them later to discover if the hellish beast had anymore friends to skitter across his face as he prayed.