The yaomo smiled.
"True. Come now, if you don't tell me, I'll simply hang about your elbow, whispering, until your nerves won't let you concentrate. You're already hopelessly distracted."
Damn him, but he was right. Chang Chang sighed.
"I am bloodscarred."
She said, hoping that a small piece of the truth would satisfy him. After a second, she continued.
"The affliction is slowly killing me. The sphere contains a piece of Mystra's essence, so I hope the artifact's power may be able to prolong my life."
Surprise touched Gallazza's features. And something else—a hint of consternation? He asked.
"The sphere contains a piece of the divine?"
"According to the records, yes."
Chang Chang cocked her head.
"You also came here looking for the sphere, though not for the same reasons, I assume. Why do you want it?"
Gallazza stared hard at her, and Chang Chang knew he wasn't fooled by her casual tone.
