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Gold and Idiocy
Zygebat entered the cave of Kaheal. He looked at the golden horde before him and could not understand why other people of different races could be so fascinated with such stuff. Yet, there were two things that caught his eye: Albaykh's ring and helm.
As a member of a race of a proud race of warriors, of course the helm would interest Zygebat. As for the ring, it was the design on it that drew Zygebat's attention.
That ring. It had been upon Kaheal's finger when he turned for Labinnac to Lindworm. He had removed it out of hope that he would regain his original form but alas it did not. He could not destroy it and the ring was too small for the claws to take hold of it.
It was not out of greed or a lust for gold that Zygebat took the ring. It was merely a liking of the design on it. The design showed the story of the ring and would always change as long as it continued to tell a story.
Leaving the cave, Zygebat saw Regin walking towards him. Muttering as the Nomis always did, Zygebat could hear most sinister chuckles coming from that throat. And that sack of water in his hand. There was something not right here.
"Congratulations, Zygebat!" said Regin. "Much glory to you!"
"I feel nothing by having slain this enemy." Stated Zygebat.
"You must be thirsty, my boy." Said Regin, most slyly. "Have a drink of water." He held the water skin up. "Drink and be poisoned!" In Regin's joy for the gold being his, believing that much to prematurely, he had spoken the last words out loud. It would not even have matter if he had muttered them since he could mutter quite loudly.
Now knowing Regin's intention, Zygetabt backed away a bit. Regin burst into laughter at this. The great warrior backing away from an unarmed man?
This burst of laughter would be Regin's undoing.
Like Kaheal, a gift was made of the sword. Into Regin's chest was the sword thrust. So died two villains that day.