"No, no, no, no, no."
It took Ted a few minutes to figure out which one of the hunters was saying that. It was just a constant stream of 'no' and occasionally some other begging for mercy as well. The high cor could not say that he related to trusting Dogormo or any other power he personally knew in this regard, but he knew that some people needed to vent and that was not anything he personally had an issue with any longer. After all, the demon had supplied them with a much needed map of the cave system. The Inkmaster had been useful so many times that the black blot had earned a place in Ted's life, too, and the sun god was surprisingly trustworthy in certain occasions. When it came to the blind hag, she had done so much for such little and meaningless rewards that she was not only what lesser men would have called a friend.
She was a fool.
