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The man's crystal gaze pinned the wolfdog with an intensity that froze him in place, rendering him motionless as he absorbed the torrent of questions hurled his way. His gaze darted to Eset's anxiously, the dread pooling at his paws and turning them to stone.

A pursuer, yes, he cleared his throat, voice calm—steady, I believe that to be the case.

I am nothing more than the humble servant of Pharaoh Isetnofret Toula, and further, the generous Hebsut who allowed me a place to reside, The man responded, his tone growing increasingly tense. His demeanor, initially collected, began to crack.

The Prophet, Throat of the Divine, One who the Gods have Heard, and Speaker of Godsmouth the opal eyes grew cold, tone harsh and commanding, yet the feathered tail twitched nervously. That is who I was.

I escaped from Godsmouth some months ago, shortly before I arrived here, but not before killing many of their Priors. His voice dipped into a sinister register, a dark sneer curling across his lips as he recounted the tale, I invited them all to a lavish feast and poured poison into their wine. The venom in his tone was palpable. And I watched them choke and writhe as the light drained from their sorry eyes.

The halfbreed's tail lashed furiously, ears pinned back against his skull. That is what I did, he declared, the words ringing out like a death knell. And if I were back in that hell I would do it again.