The Staff of Ramah
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Chapter 29
Many beings inhabited the Isle of Shadow, but only one of them was a man. The glowing red eyes of the man Bane were squinting, looking over the surface of the western sea to maybe catch a glimpse of his mortal enemy. Only one day ago, the Hand of Belial had chartered a fishing boat across to the fog-enclosed isle to prepare for the coming of Gaost. His master would want him there to keep this so-called healer from getting to the staff that lay far inside the catacombs behind him, but the countless Taints would make sure of that. No, Bane was so completely overtaken by the need to kill the Cleric of Ya that the desire had become his only food. The blood of the Eternal Man would become the ultimate sacrifice to his master and the thought of it made him smile as he rolled a razor sharp dagger through his fingers. It was the kind of smile that would make little children cry, nearly toothless and completely evil.
“Come to me Gaost,” Bane hissed under his breath. “The time has come at last when you will become nothing more than a vapour, blown by the wind.”