Now I take Etrec’s arm and make him stand behind me. xnx Slowly, from the heart of that golden spindle, there emerges an otherworldly eye – penetrating, unblinking, dark and all-seeing; the holy Eye of Menkeret. Her voice is low but retains its menace. The journey is uphill and of rather short duration; I estimate that only half an hour passes before the wagon reaches its unknown destination. Volition is something the Darrakhai have long ago bred out of them. I know I am trapped. My hand reaches up and grasps his balls; I massage them gently, teasing him and fanning his growing arousal. Surprisingly, she looks a little hurt by my accusation and in an almost weary voice replies,
“I prefer to think of myself as a seeker after truth.”
Her expression then changes as her eyes notice the reliquary about my neck. You are a Mentrassan!”
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