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      Camdon circled the large-eyed darg in a rage. "What do you mean you lost her?" he shouted. His voice, huge from years of practice, seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the Indigent's chamber. The trembling Ervik, his large eyes growing even larger, twitched his cold black nose at the smell of anger eminating from Camdon who whirled with a frustrated growl that rocked the massive light holders suspended from the ceiling.
      "They say she can melt into rock," came a whispered voice. Camdon turned toward the sound, peered into the shadowed corner. "That she can walk beneath the crust of Arton," it continued. "She could be standing just below you now."
      Camdon stepped back, looking at the gray slabs beneath his booted feet, a flicker of uncertainty crossing the harsh planes of his face. It was gone in a moment. "Spewed from the mouth of the demon," he railed sarcastically toward the shadow. "Her sweet beauty the death of male and female alike who chance to look upon her. With a voice that entices all to the call of the demon, to meet their fate in tortuous death as sacrifice to him. Enough!" Camdon swung his large frame toward Ervik. "The tales will not be ended until she is returned to the bowels that spewed her forth. Take Tampen and pick up her trail, or you," he frowned, pointing with the great sword he held in his hand, "will be the one thrown down the mouth of the demon."
      Ervik nodded his heavily furred head and padded from the room, closing the massive door softly behind him. He turned and drew in a sharp breath, his hands coming up to ward off the figure that rose up before him.
      "Oh, shtop that," Tampen said in irritation, slapping at Ervik's hands. "Ish only me. I could hear him out here. I thought the whole building would come down on top of ush."
      Ervik lowered his hands at the familiar high voice and placed them over his chest. Whining, he said, "I'm afraid my delicate nervous system will not withstand this unpleasantness. Why did that creature ever have to come to Turnings?" He moaned in complaint as Tampen, shaking his head at his friend's whining, grabbed his arm and dragged him down the hall.

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