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As Clay stared at the imp it seemed to shrink in on itself. 
[i]”A dagger hey.”[/i] he says with a toothy smile. [i]”Lets be more specific ”[/i] Those strange sounds seem to resonate from his mouth again, of a vocabulary that doesn’t belong in this world. They seem to have a physical effect on the imp as the air shimmers and distorts around. 
[i]”Morgul blade, you think you hear Clay say, just before a deep darkness starts to grow over the imps oily black skin, slowly surrounding it entirely, it’s large pale eyes last before it violently rips the little creature from existence.”[/i]

[i]”Oh, now I guess we just wait and see.”[/i] Clay says sitting back in his chair and taking a swig from his ale.

Meanwhile the young boy looks on with an expression caught between horror and disgust. You notice his fists are tightly clenched at his side.