Rabdos eyed Dagon’s axe head with the hellfire crackling across the blades. He needed to buy some time. “You cannot enforce this judgment of yours.” Dagon arrogantly bought the ploy. “You are a gnat, a …Would you like to know more?
Rabdos waved a casual hand, clearing the black smoke as he strode to the tower edge. He stopped a short distance away from the masons setting the next course of stone, but just close enough …Would you like to know more?
Rabdos stood on the street corner as though he were actually there, leaning up against the lamp post waiting for the cross walk to change. The sun had set some time ago, and as if …Would you like to know more?
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