Solid, rhythmic thuds rang out as heavy footfalls hammered into the ground, heralding the arrival of Zuk'ann'ar Longtooth, eight feet of green-scaled muscle. He strode easily towards the ship, but paused as he noticed the Adept.

[b]"So, we have a half-dead on the ship. A pity; I find that the fleshweavers are better for sustaining life. I suppose the ship's medic will have to do."[/b]

The Sauran's voice was deep, powerful and surprisingly smooth and rich.

[b]"Tell me, can you forge?"[/b]