A spy. A slaver. He is a man who should have no honor left. Yet in a far away land among strange people he finds someone to believe in again. He becomes the staunch defender of his Khallisa and shows that he can still swing a sword.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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