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weapon would take some convincing. He chose the thoughts he shared carefully.
    “You are a hunter. A champion of our kind. The ultimate fighting machine,” he said.
    Nath straightened up a little. “Really?”
    “Yes.” Oran nodded solemnly. “We underlings live below the ground, hiding ourselves from the slaughter that awaits above.” He filled his voice with despair and sorrow. “We used to live above, in peace, but the world above forced us beneath the ground. It was the only way our race could survive. So here, in this black pit, we live like rodents. I’ve lost so many of my family. Dozens over the years. Wives. Children.” He made a strange sob. “Butchered. Pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears.”
    “Women and children? That's horrible.” Nath patted Oran on the shoulder. “Tell me more.”
    Oran produced a handkerchief and blew his nose. “I will. I will … friend.” He looked up into Nath’s eyes, and with a pleading face, he said, “That is why you came. To bring us justice. Vengeance. Not all are bad in the world above. There are others.” He rubbed the scales on Nath’s arms. “Like you.”
    “Like me!”
    “Oh, but don’t get so excited, my comrade. Your kind are rare, and your brethren allied with us against the men above.” Oran sighed. “And I fear that most of your kindred are dead. They hunted them down and killed them. It’s quite possible that you are the last.”
    “But I thought I was summoned with magic?” Nath said.
    “It was to our benefit that one of your kind came. Fortune is finally in our favor.”
    Nath turned to him. “Then why did the other underlings try to kill me?”
    Oran lifted his eyes. “Alas, this is our problem. You have served us for quite some time. You had a mission to hunt down and destroy a man. He cuts our kind down with bloodthirsty barbaric cruelty. Turning us into crow food!” He smacked his hand on the couch's arm. “We are peaceful! Yet he slaughters us like sheep!”
    “Easy now, Oran.”
    Rubbing his temples, Oran said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t answer your question. It seems I got caught up with myself. Where was I? Ah yes, old silver eyes, Verbard. Indeed, he wanted to kill you because you failed.”
    “Failed?”
    “You were sent to take out this slayer. Months ago. We lost track of you; hence, I summoned you back. Somehow, Lords Verbard and Catten knew this Darkslayer still lived.” Oran patted Nath on the knee. “Those two don’t take failure well, but I fought for you. Hence, I summoned you back, and you didn’t recollect anything. Tell me, do you not remember anything? Anything at all?”
    Nath shook his head.
    “Oh, it’s going to be difficult to pick up where you left off then, but I’m certain we can put the trail back together. We must. You are all the hope we have to stop this Outland butcher.”
    “Oran, you knew me before, so tell me, what is my name? It escapes me.”
    “Uh, er …” Oran fumbled over the words. He needed to come up with something quick. This man was too keen, so he needed to be convincing. He knew Nath's real name because just before the man had dropped out of the portal, he’d heard a gruff voice screaming it from the other side. Oh, why not just tell him. “Nath. Yes, Nath. I should have thought of that. I think that might help you.”
    But I hope not. Risky Oran, risky.
    “Is it helping?”
    Nath’s face was a mask of concentration. He repeated the name over and over. “Nath. Nath. Nath. It seems familiar enough.” He sighed and clutched his head. “But no.”
    Thank the evil Current!
    Oran rubbed Nath's back. “Don’t fret, comrade. Perhaps some of the air above will restore your thoughts. But we must be careful.”
    “We’re leaving?”
    Oran got up, found the goblets of wine on the nearby table, and drank them both. “Ah! Now, get in the barge. We have an ugly world to see.”

 
    CHAPTER 10
     
     
    “This looks a lot more accommodating,” Nath said, shielding his eyes with