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The land southwest of Jenara rose toward the mountains far in the west, and the hills overtook the flatlands Kamira and Veelk had journeyed over so far. The mage killer had insisted they didn’t stay at an inn for the night, and she’d obliged, glad to put some distance between them and Pardayi. The scrawny priest had taken in the news of having worshiped a demon with moderate shock, though how he muttered about the Four, the official religion of Tivarashan, sounded like a lot of rationalization. To Kamira, all demons were just demons, but she couldn’t blame him for searching for something more. After all, throughout his whole service to Pardayi, or rather “Pardahaji,” he genuinely believed he’d prayed to a sublime higher being, not just another demon who wanted the power of human will t
