I smile as I look at the gem on my finger as it flickers in the firelight.
It looks like foe-blood glistening upon my hand.
"What do you demand in exchange for this gift, stranger?"
The stranger smiles and simpers, obsequious before my might- as is only right and proper.
"Nothing, great Khamûl- except, perhaps, for your future allegiance?"
I return his smile- he is obviously a simpleton.
"You shall have it."
He nods, and is immediately beneath my notice.
"You may leave me."
The stranger leaves my tent, but I care not.
Gazing into the jewel, I am lost.
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