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Varna leaned towards Tisa and whispered something in her ear.
“Ah, so you are a friend of our dear Gorus,” the leader in a dress beckoned Zulak with a goblet. “You are young and ambitious. I appreciate that. I have an offer for you. The deputy leader of the Suffering Ones, Corvis, has planned an expedition to the western foothills of the mountain range. He needs reliable fighters. I, as the most generous soul of the dwindling human race, will provide them to him. Will you go? For my sake, of course.”
Among the few warriors in the throne room, Zulak could notice a familiar red hood.