The grey monster had two small, dark horns protruding from above his temples, unnerving eyes with goat-like irises, and thick cabling under his skin. His long fingers gripped the handle of his war hammer, but he kept it resting on the ground, which let me breathe a little easier. “Tiny horns,” Edin muttered in a conspiratorial tone to Hunter as we approached. He snorted. “So?” “Just saying.”
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