| Haereka lies in wait, merged into the inn's bar. Soon the others would arrive and the dance woudl begin. The dance of powers, the dance of intrigue her lord had shown her in a vision of glory and death. There would be no mistaking the others when they arrived. She did not know who they were, or what exactly they would look like. But they would be distinctive, and possess powers that could be wielded to brign about the great lord's goals to fruition.
With silent thought-speach, uunoticed by anyone else in the room, Haereka replies to Grabhar. No reason to fret. Earlier was the strangest of flukes. With your hunting skills, it is a certainty that there will be no lack of fresh kill in the days to come. Ah, and I believe our new friends are about to arrive ... | 
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