“But, yes,” the voice replies, “it again moves across the land.”
“I had thought all were destroyed during the great purging,” he says.
“No,” Ozgirath replies, “they were not. Some escaped and have never been found.”
Fear of being chastised for the destruction in his dominion begins to leave him. If he was here for that reason, they would hardly be having this conversation. “What would you have me do, master?” he asks.
“Hunt for the one wearing the Star,” he replies.
Abula-Mazki raises his head and stares into the glowing eyes as Ozgirath says, “And bring him to me.”
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