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i have not, my pharaoh. qiao spoke regrettably, eyes upon the ground. change was a difficult thing to acclimate to, especially for young creatures which possessed neither the faculties for rational thinking nor the perception to want to.

a shame for other reasons too; qiao had yet to collect her debt. the boy would have been a fine disciple, but qiao sensed his purpose was elsewhere. she had not sensed the aniti in the boy would serve her much use. but i will consult with the to'lang if it be your wish. around her neck the bones in her deerskin pelt seemed to clank, as if by speaking the word of their tongue they had been awakened.