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Kaltia awoke from what had been either a long sleep or a short nap; there seemed no way of telling time in this dull plain cell. Whatever length her sleep had been it had been one of unease and discomfort, nightmares of her mother's mutilated body still flashing in front of her eyes even now. Shaking her head to clear away the sleepiness she stode slowly.
There were voices outside her door. Another human and the one who had come in before, situated outside as doorguards.
"So let me get this straight. They want this drow, natha." the new human man said.
"Aye, that be right." the first responded in a dull, bored tone.
"And they're gonna hold a huge ceremony, sacrifice a few good dragons, the usual to...."
"ever 'eard of summat called "Zin carla?"" Asked the first human.
"Nope."
"basically they raise a silver dragon from the dead, turn it into a draco-lich under the control of Matron Yzun'sa, and send it after this natha."
Kaltia's breath caught in her throat as she realised the extent of the evil her own half-race was capable of. A silver dragon! Such a perversion of nature was...wrong!
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