Telltale flashes of redness heralded the arrival of another visitor to the odd grotto. A tall red-haired remarkably handsome male with a heart shaped birthmark on his left cheek stood on the red tiles. The new arrival had the stature of a Drelve and height of a Droll. His light skin didn’t approach the paleness of a Mender and lacked the orange-yellow hues common to Drelves. Long orange-red hair flowed behind his dark robe. He carried no weapon, rubbed his heart-shaped birthmark, and surveyed the chamber.
“Master,” the she-demon said reverently.
Eight-legged, eight-eyed Arachnis bowed deeply and said, “My Lord. You look like the Dark Sorcerer Boton Klarje Jhundi.”
The tall male announced, “Good observation, my friend. I suppose you’ve learned of DECKSTEQ’s foolishness. Ages ago a sorcerer dispelled his *** back to the Gray Abyss. Returning unceremoniously taught him nothing. Now he’s managed to get caught in Boton’s Pentagram. His foolhardiness opened another promising world to us, but I first must return my attention to the home world. I have another task for you, my pretty. You’ll need your guile. Let them dream a little dream of you! When Stryker returns, Arachnis, you must Translocate and join our lovely compatriot and me in the World of the Three Suns.”
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