Anecdote XXIII. Kotora Eler Grymor

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September 28th, 1610 Malstefin’s growl sounded more like a wheeze as he tugged fruitlessly at the chains. He glowered at the manacles, and the bloody chafed skin under them. It was the one hundred and twenty-first day of his captivity in Jessair’s dungeon, assuming he’d been keeping a correct count. The Luminor seemed to return once a day, torture him for a few hours, then leave him alone. At first Malstefin laughed at him, for his naturally bulletproof hide had proven impossible for Jessair to break. Weeks of starvation and thirst had since robbed the Demon of his natural resilience, more »