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... ith a gleam in his ghostly eyes. "Boy," he whispered to himself, licking phantom lips. "Those ones are delicious roasted."
Theobald rolled the cart forward, grinning like a cat with a key to the pantry.
"As you say, Master."
Then he whistled — a quick, sharp note.
Overhead, Rook shifted. The orange vulture, perched atop the command tent, dipped his head and unfurled his wings.
A blur of feathers, and he vanished toward the lizardmen’s village.
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