Upon hearing his name, one of the guards examined him closer and called over his shoulder. “Sarge!”
“What do you need, Vizo?” A voice called from the room behind the two guards.
“There’s someone here looking for the boss?”
“What are you talking about?” The voice called back. “The only entrance is on level two; we would have heard if someone came in.”
“I know that sarge, but six people are here.” The first guard retorted.
“I swear to god if you are pulling something,” The sergeant yelled as he walked up behind the two guards. “I’m going to …” His threat tapered off as he caught sight of the six and closely examined the cowled figure. “Who are you?”
“I am Iktomi, the Ancient one. I am looking for Saldren Halber-Drache.”
The sergeant leaned closer. “Would you please allow me to see your face?” When Iktomi did, the sergeant’s eyes widened slightly at the tiny spider inked between the chaos god’s eyes. Dropping to one knee, he bowed his head. “Welcome, Great One. We were told to ex…
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