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Zanik's heavy footfall echoed through the sewers of the Undercity as he made his way to the designated meeting point, his pointy figure draped in several cloaks to hide his identity. His helmet hide his stony expression as he clomped through the twisting maze of corridors and dead-ends, the stench of decay and rot wafting around him. He did not notice the rotten stink; his mind was elsewhere.
"So you come..." a crackling voice greeted him as he reached the dead-end that marked the meeting point. His scowl could be heard in his voice as he replied. "... because I have no other options."
A bony figure barely able to keep on it's feet under the weight of it's rich purple robes stepped forth from the shadows, it's features obscured by the cold darkness clinging to this corner of the forsaken capital. "I am the eyes and ears of our master-" "YOUR master," Zanik interrupted. "I am a slave no longer."
The cold, gravelly voice crackled and popped, the sound of bones clacking together in mocking laughter. "We shall skip the pleasantries, then. The master, his name carved into you as a sign of ownership, wishes to know why you call upon him. Speak, worm, and be thankful his greatness has given you the time of day to do so."
Zanik's voice lost it's protest as the reason why he had come here flooded back to him. His gaze dropped and he took a deep breath.
"She is dying."
"So you come..." a crackling voice greeted him as he reached the dead-end that marked the meeting point. His scowl could be heard in his voice as he replied. "... because I have no other options."
A bony figure barely able to keep on it's feet under the weight of it's rich purple robes stepped forth from the shadows, it's features obscured by the cold darkness clinging to this corner of the forsaken capital. "I am the eyes and ears of our master-" "YOUR master," Zanik interrupted. "I am a slave no longer."
The cold, gravelly voice crackled and popped, the sound of bones clacking together in mocking laughter. "We shall skip the pleasantries, then. The master, his name carved into you as a sign of ownership, wishes to know why you call upon him. Speak, worm, and be thankful his greatness has given you the time of day to do so."
Zanik's voice lost it's protest as the reason why he had come here flooded back to him. His gaze dropped and he took a deep breath.
"She is dying."