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"Ah, Zaphira, I didn't notice you there," Zambob said, clapping his hands together. "You were just the one I had in mind. That is, if you wouldn't mind channeling our god's justice?"

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"I wanted to touch base with you," Galneryus said, frowning at the dead bodies as they carefully stepped around and over them, away from the rest of the group. "See what your plans were. Because I feel like this may be an opportunity for us, to actually set up a world government for the Rock. To put an end to the faction wars and choose one leader for the people."

Galneryus glanced back at the others. "But that means we're going to have to get our hands dirty. In fact, we may have to kill everyone over there at some point." Galneryus glanced at Girthfield, his expression somber. "And if that happens, we'll be executed. So... what is your intent here?"

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Otis shook himself out of his stupor, and waved cheerily at the people on the shore. Pointing at M'Kama, Otis called out.

"We journey to find the Witch of the Waste!" he said. "We've heard she can heal diseases of the mind, which this one sadly suffers from. He is..." Otis twirled his fingers about his head. "Not the same since the accident. We hope to cure him."