It was an easy ride back to Largashbur. Atub was waiting by the shrine.“I have returned, with Shargrol’s Hammer.”“So I see. But what of Yamarz...” She quickly realized the truth. “He ... died well?”“He fought bravely, but the giant overwhelmed him.”Atub sighed in relief. “That is good to hear then.”Malacath decided to butt in. “Yamarz was a coward and a weakling. His deceitful ways have cost you all dearly. But I am willing to give you a chance. Gularzob is the new chief. You, you are the only. No one is going to recognize me and so to anyone that sees us you are just going to be yourself. They will just see another dirty fucking old pervert who somehow sc****d up the money for a LOT of fun! Let’s get inside!” Just inside the doors we stopped to let our eyes adjust to the dark interior. Lisa turned, and put the leather collar she had purchased for me around my neck and then led me over to the small window to the right. The fat old greasy man stared openly at Lisa and looked from. It was nothing but still had a huge effect on me. She was hooked worse than me. She showed me her cuts. She leaned on me. She even asked me for first aid advice. It was fucked up and I don’t want to go back to that place again. But I do realise how lucky I am when I hear about people who can’t go out in public without covering up scars on their arms or legs. Thankfully I have no obvious lasting physical reminders of it. There is one scar on my arm that’s still visible only if you look. "Huh that's weird" she said looking around was hot springs, she looks over and kneels down feeling it with her hand, and felt hot but not that hot. She dips her hand in feels the hotness and smiles knowing that there maybe life on this planet. Meanwhile dickenberg on the other hand was not so lucky, he spotted the wreckage from where the transmission came from. He looked around packing what was left of the inventory that was sprawled ont he ground, ammunition and medications for injuries. He.