Morg turned as the door opened. He didn’t recognize the
physical shape of the being standing in the frame, but he knew him nonetheless.
His eyes widened. He shot to his feet.
“You!” he cried and balled both hands into fists.
“I was worried you wouldn’t recognize me,” the man replied,
stepping into the room.
Most of the skin on his face had been replaced with blue
scales. His lips were black, framing a mouth full of white, pointy teeth. His
wings were gone, replaced by a second set of arms that looked like they’d once
belonged to a gorilla.
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