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The cultist with a red headband on his head smiled slyly and, with a couple of graceful dance moves, shortened the distance between himself and Sarabas. “The messengers of Lerad Frost are getting weaker these days,” said the cultist, circling the non-Dodji. “What do you want, Sarabas Nevereverland? My time is valuable. Can you prove that you have the right to disturb the cult of Sorn-Tarn?” Around Sarabas and the leader of the cult, other cultists began to gather. They all watched the uninvited guest with interest.