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Maybe this isn't heaven I stagger to ain

I fling round isn't , and I'ain at the half-s and a long shirt cinched at his waist by a thick belt A sword dangles from the belt

From the neck down, he's a ers to normal shaped feet in boots

But his head

"What are you?" I ask

He's watching me closely with his round panther eyes, his jaw open in a noiseless pant He hasn't ure e of the world?"

"I'aze around in confusion "This isn't heaven, is it?"

He laughs, a strange, half-growl, half-guffaw

I take a step back

"Black Moon Draw has never been mistaken for heaven," he replies

Black Moon Draw?

"Oy!" soain at the suddenin sie His tunic is white and bears the sy that witch?" he calls to the man with the panther head He has a Cockney accent I have trouble understanding

"She's on our land!" The panther- If you cross that bridge, none of the gods will stand between you andout in theto cross it and I don't blame him one bit

"Did you say Black Moon Draw?" I ask the panther-lare to the man with the tree on his shirt

"No, really Black Moon Draw?"

"Aye"

"Terrifying, isn't it?" the e calls "White Tree Sound is at peace and ruled by alike the beast of Black Moon Draw"

"My master is not a beast!" Panther- to think I either didn't wake up or I woke up in hell

"Is your ht?" I ask "The one with a boar's head who knows no mercy and chops off the heads of pretty much everyone he meets?"