Anaiya merely walked, keeping company. I've never smelled anything exactly like it before, my Lord. And safe from myself? Something did happen back there. After so long, a little more patience will not hurt.
The sweating young man in a battered, ornate breastplate shot frightened looks at Muadh's hideous face. I think we're going to be friends. We can follow anywhere they can run. Perhaps it sickened her more, now.
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