
"This isn't about you. Of course you wouldn't think about that." K'ile turned his lance in his hand, the thing still glowing red with heat. He scowled, his ears laying flat on his head, and growled. "So instead of killing you, Baoht sent you in here to kill me? I wouldn't have expected an Amal'jaa to send an undead man against me. Why are you doing what he says?"
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