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Secreting himself into the structure through the shadows, the man stands silent as death, and just as invisible.

He watches the proceedings with curiosity, ponderous. The underling had done excellent work, if his senses did not deceive.

There was fever, clotting, the stench of necrosis. The blood did not appeal to him, tainted as it was by a lesser fiend than he.

Still. She was touched, and soon she would make an excellent Thrall.

And a bargaining chip.

Silent as he came, he is gone through the shadows once more.