Cersed floated eerily through his cavern, a pulsing green light, more powerful and evil than would seem. He was bored, lurking in wait for any orc to scare- or any creature, for that matter. He strained his hearing, or what once, a very long time ago, would have been his ears. Of course, his ears had gone with the rest of him. Nasty, rotting.... Cersed sighed with pleasure. Suddenly, a sound penetrated his thought.
Before him stood that living girl who served them, them being the two wights of account in the caverns, himself and Gorthroth. Of course, she was Gorthroth's really, as he couldn't stand to be near living flesh for long, but she was a message-girl for both of them. He floated inquisitively. She bowed low, and spoke. The Lord Gorthroth sends a message. A group of dwarves and men comes this way. The Lord Gorthroth... Lord Gorthroth requests your assistance, together to remove this threat to your treasures. Cersed writhed with hate and anger and annoyance. This, of all things! He would do anythng to terrify men and dwarves, but Gorthroth... they had a rather unwilling alliance, and helped each other at need, and to keep the weaker wights in check, but still... Cersed could not say that the thought of fighting with Gorthroth truly appealed to him. The girl cleared her throat. He thought for a last moment, and a terrifying voice came out of the light that he was. Tell Gorthroth... I will come. The girl bowed to him and ran off.
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