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Kytis Mekops was ousted, broken, exhausted, smashed. Bedridden on his bed, the simple fact of breathing caused him pain. Never, in his entire life as a fervent follower of Jena, and devoted member of the Kuild, frontier supplier agent, has he been in charge of such a mission. A command from the Karavan itself! Oh, of course, he hadn't been alone! But the task was so great that he had to get his hands dirty and mobilize an entire team of hunters.
Think about it! Hounds of varinx, some tyranchas and even horrible vorax that had to be captured alive! From the Prime Root where the Karavan can't go because of the draconian ashes...
And what for, all these wild beast? Kytis didn't know exactly; according to rumor, a demonstration of power that would be made to the unbelievers. Anyway, he couldn't go there: he already couldn't move his little finger.
But a smile of bliss could not be detached from the corner of his lips, for he knew, in the depths of his heart, that he had, through his accomplished task, amply deserved divine grace!