“What made these?” Mahasset asks, holding the acolyte’s arm and peering at the half-animal bite marks on her flesh. “What are these creatures? And how is it that you’ve not healed them yet?”
“What made these?” Mahasset asks, holding the acolyte’s arm and peering at the half-animal bite marks on her flesh. “What are these creatures? And how is it that you’ve not healed them yet?”