Role

Chapter 3

"You know your story then?" pries the Imperial Shadow

"Yes, sir"

"Tell me"

"My name is Grakkor Mageflayer, son of Drothok Mageflayer..."

"Not like that, they'll spot you a mile away. Like we rehearsed"

"Right" the young Duergar pauses momentarily to clear his throat, when he
speaks again it is with an entirely different accent "Me name be Grakkor
Mageflayer, but yer bastards can call me Grak. Me pa was a Villager like yer
lot too, that's how he earned the name Mageflayer, like teh skin 'em yer see"

The Duergar lets out a rough laugh before continuing, "but then me pa ruined
his fargin' leg in battle, couldn't keep bloody fightin', so he went whorin'
instead. That be where I come in. Was a real bastard, between his
drinkin' and beatin's but he did teach me one thing, and that thing I do real
bloody good: flayin' mages"

The Duergar pulls his water canteen to his mouth and takes a quick sip,
grimacing as if it were something stronger. "That's why I stand 'ere before
yer lot today, ready to continue the family fargin' name, eh?"

Throughout the Duergar's act the watching Shadow slowly nods along. "Good
enough" he replies, "The savages will not care too much about why you hunt
mages, so long as it's clear that you want them dead. Do not disappoint us"