But he'd exhausted every resource he had available to him. Had there been a breakthrough among the other infected horsemen? He couldn't not ask. The other survivors of the destruction stood out in his mind. One of them was a priestess of death, and though he did not remember her name, he wasted no time scuttling around their designated area. She had to be somewhere around here, right?
"Excuse me," Mahir chirped at the first horseman to pass by him, a tall and gruff-looking one in ornate ceremonial armor. "I am looking for someone," he explained to the next, a pale and ghostly-looking woman who pulled her veil a little farther down her frowning face. "Yes, yes, they look just like that! Only she has onnne bright yellow eye --"
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