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Message: <blockquote data-quote="El Jefe" data-source="post: 3159645" data-attributes="member: 19990">Khulig quieted down, his expression growing more sober.  "I don't see 'em coming down from the mountain, and I don't care to."  His gaze fixed Michael's.  "But we takes the ones we catch, and put 'em in a stockade.  Got a couple of chaplains try to do their best to help 'em.  Brave #$&%$'s they are, even with their gods on their side.  You couldn't pay me to go in there with that plague in there.  But I took a peek once."  He closed his eyes to shut out the unpleasant memory, without success.  "They say when they get too far gone, they forget how to feed themselves, so they just fall on anything that moves and try to stuff it in their mouths.  I saw that...I saw one poor blighter who had to be chained 'else he'd grab anyone who passed by and try to bite 'em...and he was chewing on his own hand...had it chewed into a bloody mess."Khulig fell silent after that.  "Whatever you do, stay out of Duvik", was all he said.Michael tried to suss out the man, but found no deception in the man's story.</blockquote>