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hand. He held it out. "It looks like nothing... but it is powerful."
I was momentarily skeptical, but a touch of that rusted axe told me all I
needed to know. It screamed with power and a thirst for blood... such a
weapon shouldn't be in anyone's hands, much less a fiend's.
"You have done me a great service and, out of gratitude, I will not slay you."
He pointed a clawed finger at me.
"Know this, however. If ever we meet again, you shall rue the day.
Farewell."
He was already gone when I murmured beneath my breath, "I look forward
to it."
~~~~~
"You're done, ain't you? Yes, you are... but where's Agril-Shanak?" Dona
Quisho crooned.
"I'm sure it'll be around shortly."
She cackled. "And we shall make our plans and lay our traps and they shall
rue their mistakes, oh yes." She pressed a bag of coins into my hands.
"Here's the last part of the Key: 'As from the Center thrice to the utmost
pole'. Go on back and talk to Tainted Barse now; he'll steer you right." Still
cackling, she gathered her belongings and scurried out.
Barse was still polishing a mug with a filthy rag. Seeing me come up to the
bar he casually pulled out a shotglass and filled it with a good shot of strong
liquor.
I downed it in one gulp. The stuff had a hard time affecting me, but I might
as well try after all I've been put through for this poem:
"Such place eternal justice had prepared for those rebellious
Here their Prison ordained in utter darkness
Their portion set as far removed from Gods and light of Heaven
As from the Center thrice to the utmost pole."
Barse nodded, "Are you ready to go? There's no coming back - the door'll be
locked, barred, and magically protected once you pass through. You want to
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