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Zepar's smirk turned malicious. "But you admired Chemosh, didn't you Eligor?" "Sir," Eligor shifted uncomfortably. It wasn't Shemijaza's creepy second-in-command he'd been hoping would reward him for a job well-done, but Shemijaza himself. "No matter," Zepar said, unexpectedly dropping his game of cat-and-mouse. "You've never been one to ask too many questions, and for that reason, you've always been a valuable member of this crew." "Yes, Sir," Eligor waited. Speech. Zepar was about to give him another one of his infamous speeches. He was surprised when, instead, Zepar slid the spearhead back to him. "So what did you think of Earth?" "Not what I expected, Sir," Eligor said. "What did you expect?" Eligor picked up the spearhead. He wasn't there when this thing had been embedded in t