>>6285239"He came back after some time, maybe two weeks, fingers twitching and a horrible scowl on his face when he heard my voice call out to him as the village greeted him on his return. He locked himself into his study that same day, and no matter how much I begged him to open the door he stayed inside. The last chief tried as well and still no answer. Tried to listen through the door to maybe hear something and the best we could tell was that he was writing on something fast and hard. It took days, Capran. Days. Then he finally opens the door and he's withered down, clearly starving and his eyes are bloodshot and wide. He just...drops to his knees and I get the doctors to come help him as quick as they can."
"...what happened?" You ask. "What did it do to him?"
Oranya takes in a shaky breath and let's it out quietly. "It started to get clever. Sometimes it didn't have a voice lure you in so it must have been thinking 'how do I get that juicy treat to come to me? It doesn't trust this voice or that voice or that one' and it must have reached into the evil of its heart. 'if one voice doesn't work then I should mix them'. Nasty, disgusting, horrible thing kept it up the entire time my master was hunting it, so he said, and it finally happened upon a voice that matched mine. Apparently it pleaded for him not to kill it."
You feel sick. Even hearing about it second hand makes your skin crawl and your stomach twist in ways that feel like it's being dragged out. "Merciful Spirits of All, a Behemoth can do that? Surely the Ladies of the Peaks wouldn't send him to fight such a thing without protection against that kind of wicked trickery?"
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