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A Monster's Thoughts.

It was angry. Very angry. In fact, it was so very angry, that it did not participate in the eating of a clan of nomads that had made their way into the jaws of the Brain-Eaters.

It was very angry, for the 'Vekkog, the Huntress, and the Girl had escaped on the river.

That made it angry. Very angry indeed.

So little time for games.

So little time for letting Tri servants wander around freely, hunting for relics. Hunting for useless toys in a vain attempt to save the mortal plain from the onslaught of it's army.

The Uan Ill had found the means of their destruction anyway. The Wizard had given it the perfect tool.

"Srinc te trionaian ere. E eill berve ab te arsincer of doou!"

Part IV: The Painter and the Sword of Petlex

End Part III: The Desert of Blight.

Begin Part IV: The Painter and the Sword of Petlex.