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time wasn't right to play her hand. Because he was a power-hungry
mongrel, and she a self-aggrandizing whore. I knew that, one way or
another, one or both of them would fall."
The crawling feeling along my spine wasn't that of another memory
resurfacing.
Dona Quisho was a red-haired woman, short and plump. Her face was lined
with cares, worries, and hatreds that seemed to have festered for far too
long. She rasped out, "You're the one wantin' to get underground, aye?
You'll need to do Dona Quisho a favor before she gives you her piece o' the
key. There's a fiend locked up here in town. I needs him freed." She pressed
a scroll into my hands before I had a chance to react.
"Why?" my eyebrows furrowed and I looked down at the parchment in my
hands. The ink seemed to breathe its words beneath my hands, and the
clean, violet ribbon seemed to be the only thing holding in the thrumming
feeling of malevolence.
"Because it's mine! Because I sacrificed so much for it! Because they took it
from me and hid it from me and locked it away and no one would ever help
me when it was all I ever wanted for myself!" Her voice grew sly, cunning.
"But now I have knowledge you need, and you'll never get it unless you let
Agril-shanak go."
"I don't hold with freeing fiends."
She cackled in my face. "That don't matter. You need the fifth part of the
Key. I've got it. 'Less you're willing to find another way into your precious
underground, you got to do what I say."
"How do I know it won't go on a rampage?"
A little smile filled her eyes, one of the most poisonous smiles I had ever
seen. "That's not a problem that concerns me. You cut your own deals with
the fiend. I just want him freed."
"What do I have to do?"
"Find the grain silo in town. Find the pentagram inscribed into the floor in it.
Use that scroll nearby, and when Agril-Shanak appears... free it. Make
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