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Shaka
Shaka nodded barely perceptibly. He turned his eyes directly at Jonal, and only know could he see that the cult's leader's eyes were not like any eyes he had seen. They appeared to be completely normal eyes, but deep inside them, he could discern the power in the man's gaze. The eyes stared unblinkingly at Jonal for what seemed to be several minutes.
Shaka suddenly broke eye contact.
"The price I shall pay you is your freedom. If you do what I ask of you, you shall be free from dealings with us, if you so wish for the rest of your life."
Shaka took a piece of parchment from one of the bookshelves next to him. Taking out a black feathered quill he wrote two lines on the parchment.
Ghar Dien
Zevin
He then drew a line over each of the two names.
Ghar Dien
Zevin
"That is what I want you to do." - Shaka simply said.
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