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“What are you afraid we’re going to do?” “Be seventeen and short of temper,”
“Draconic implies some vowels. Loross doesn’t.”
“I think you’ll find surviving is a very good use for coin,”
“Bad news,” he said, handing a glass to Havilar. “I can only carry two glasses.”
But a devil loves a deal, and Bryseis Kakistos offered him the chance to become greater than an archdevil, a very god if he took the chance—but only if he agreed to spare the tiefling race, to let them master their own souls. Those first thirteen warlocks took the pact with Asmodeus to appease the Lord of the Ninth’s vanity, and to spare their loved ones the yoke of the Raging Fiend. Doing so gave him the power of the gods, but gave them all the chance to escape his traps.
I will not weep for Bois