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“Sir!”
A nervous voice yelled as it followed the tyrant known as General Morando.
“Sir! Please!”
Morando and the voice continued down the cold hallway of the castle with the voice, Loth Saborion, doing his best to keep up with the 10 foot Akiridian. Loth hadn't a clue in the world what brought on this behavior from the general until said general turned around and grabbed Loth by the shoulders and lifting him into the air. Morando got up into the small advisor's face before snarling, "Tell me, slug, I have heard of rumors regarding something special we have as a species. Care to tell?"
Loth shook his head as best as he could while closing his eyes as he tried not to look at the monster in front of him.
"Speak!"
Morando shouted as he shook him around. Eventually, Loth opened up with a small quivering voice, "I-in the far history records, you will find all you need to know, sir."
Morando replied, "And how far are those records?"
Loth, still shaking while in the air, "5,000 keltons, sir."
Morando dropped him immediately. Before turning heel and marching straight into the history records.
"Loth!"
He yelled, "Get as many blank bots and find anything on the word, venom."
"Venom, sir?" Loth replied, slowly following Morando.
"Yes, venom."