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In the west end of Port Terrister, where rows of warehouses crowded the district, a middle-aged woman in her fifties lay bound inside one of the empty storage buildings.
She glared furiously at the unfamiliar strangers who had abducted her, wondering who they were to dare kidnap her in broad daylight. Even the Cult of the Black God followed some basic etiquette. If one was going to kidnap someone, they waited until after sundown, didn't they?
Karnak, of course, didn't care in the slightest. "As long as we don't get caught, what difference does it make if it's day or night?"
He immediately drove a needle into her head and began his usual round of questioning. "Where is Diogres?"
The answer he received was a little unusual. "Badran pel trast de Pallenda…"
"Ah, right. I asked that in Lacanian without thinking.” Karnak clicked his tongue.
The Lacania Empire was so vast that languages varied widely, even within its borders. Isola, the language of the Eustil Kingdom, was spoken only as far as the western reaches of the empire. Once you reached the central region, Lacanian became the standard tongue.
From the Tower of Dawn southward, Karnak had been conducting interrogations in Lacanian, but they had now reached a region...
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