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The clearing was thick with writhing shadows and chittering Plague Monks.In its midst towered Vermalanx, eyes glowing faintly amid the haze. From beyond the glade, he could hear the screech of Kratsik’s sentries. The jarring shrieks brought a death’s-head leer to the Verminlord’s cadaverous features. Surely these trespassers were Alarielle’s minions, walking right into his trap. They would give him their lady, whether they wished it or not – and when he had Ghyran’s faded matriarch in his claws, the spell of transformation would be unleashed through that puffed-up fool Skurrik. Athelwyrd would soon dance to his tune, and once one Jade Kingdom was his, more would follow...
- The Quest for Ghal Maraz.