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[Thraxas]

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"What are you doing?! Get away from that!" the voice, a scarcely contained snarl, boomed.

Darthos, surprised that he had been surprised, turned and stood up to face the newcomer. He smiled. "Why so touchy?" he asked, thumping the crystal ball.

"What are you doing here? I told you to stay away."

"I have information that I am sure could be of use to you, or I would have. And it will cost you."

The hooded, figure covered the orb with a crimson, silk cloth. "How much?"

"The usual fee... times ten."

"One hundred thousand?! Nothing could be THAT important to me. I won't pay it."

"Oh this is, but, fine, good seeing you," Darthos answered, heading toward the exit.

"Wait! Who does it concern?"

The necromancer, Thraxas' personal envoy, stopped and turned. "Someone named Scaramandine... who goes by the name of Scar. You mentioned him to me recently, remember?"

"Aye, what of him?"

Darthos laughed. "Good try, milord," he said, holding out his hand. "The gold."

The man sat down and wrote out a cheque for the designated amount. "This had better be worth it!" He handed it to his informant.

"Oh, it is." Darthos examined the cheque. Satisfied all was in order, he folded it and put it in his pocket. "Scar is a Lycanthrope. He used to be with a clan known as Stonegate, known to be home to many Lycans."

His words were met with a measured, momentary, silence.

"How do you know he has not been "cured" of it?"

"He is not the product of some random werewolf bite. It is rumored that he was initiated by a powerful Lycan Queen. There would be no cure for his condition, nor would he desire one. Why absolve oneself of such power and abilities, especially being a warrior?"

The man nodded. "This is good... well worth the price. But do not show your face around here again! I will NOT tolerate such careless disobedience, even from the likes of you!"

Darthos nodded, smiling. "Yes, m'lord, but what courier shall I send from now on?"

"One of your undead minions would do fine. Vesper graveyard would be ideal. Send a pigeon."

"As you wish." With a simple bow, Darthos departed.

So, Scar, I know your secret. How then shall I use it to destroy you?
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