If termination occurred, well, they were all of inferior races, just barely a step above animals.

He didn’t know more of their ancestry, though he hoped just the two names would be enough to help their souls be found by the munin and guided to their eternal shrines.

He didn’t know more of their ancestry, though he hoped just the two names would be enough to help their souls be found by the munin and guided to their eternal shrines.

His throat was raw, his hands and legs chafed and bled from the heavy shackles and poorly fitted brace and his very body begged him to die peacefully and with dignity.

He lifted Fiorie briefly by the hair at the back of her neck and settled her gently atop his forearm, her sleepy hands draping over the bundle, and purred slightly as she settled.

Bugbears usually retired at thirty and they tended to live to no more than fifty or so, though those with pets could almost reach seventy.

They wouldn’t last the winter, to be sure, but that was somewhat the point of bringing by a bunch of them.

They were only seven and a half feet tall with thick fur, and features somewhere between a worg and a stooped back human.Their faces were decidedly canid in shape and their movements like a long lost member of the Felidae.

The kalutai continued, describing the number, age, and health of the individuals. They emphasized that these facts were valid only prior to the point, much earlier that day, when they had been tossed into the borehole. After the brutality of the attack, it was likely that some were already dead and a few nipping close to that final fate.

His pet would do well to keep company with Gretchen and Ambrosia and he would certainly love to see his sometimes lover and to rub her tummy. It brought good luck in business to rub a very pregnant woman’s abdomen.