Papa sneered as the Sandfury took him by the upper arms and lead him away. They pulled Mooshki in another direction separating the two for questioning. There was more than enough of them and too many with spears to warrant trying anything stupid.
They lead him along to a hut and forced him down to his knees in the sand before a larger troll. One of the spearmen that lead him in grasped his ashen hair and held his head forward.
"W'at ah two trolls, ah Darkspea' and ah Drakkari doin in Sandfury territory? Who ya be and w'at ya t'ink ya be accomplishin' here." The larger troll's tusks were ebon, the tips painted with gold leaf for an inch and a half from the tip then another ring of gold a little further down. He looked down on the blue-furred Darkspear.
Papa sneered tugging against the hand that held his braids, an angry rumble gathering in his throat. "Papa Don Sowdi," he paused and thought to call himself by his title as the Skullsplitter had done, "Zul'Sowdi be mah name an mah privilege."
Already a different air had settled over the hut, that they held a witch doctor in their grasps, a man with whom the loa spoke and worked with. This didn't change the Sandfury’s caution of him, if he was here to wreak havoc among their city and their tribe it was best he was already caught. The warrior holding his locks had faltered only a moment before his hand grasped painfully at the witch doctor’s hair again. "An dah Drakkari?" the larger troll asked.
"Dah Drakkari be mine,” he half growled as he was forced to explain himself, “Her right arm be marked by my curse. She my slave ‘ere ta do my biddin’. As fa why we 'ere it ta visit dah altars ah de loa Kimbul an' Mueh'zala. Her will tell ya dat I be helpin’ er gain dah blessin’s ah deh Primal Loa’s fer ‘er benefit. Children believe any t’ing ya tell dem. Ah not traipsin’ all ova Azeroth fa deh benefits as some she-troll. In deh end, she be servin’ Papa, she be servin’ as ah sacrifice ta Ueetay no Mueh'zala."
They were no less wary of the troll and the questions continued until such time as the leader felt there was no threat to him or his tribe. Apologies were given and an offering to stay with the tribe as compensation for their rude behavior. Papa graciously accepted their offers and their request that he would speak well of the tribe to the loa. They would have his slave washed and made acceptable. He had told them she was needed to complete the physical trials the Primal loa might require for his blessings. For what greater gift to such a loa as Mueh'zala than a spirit servant who had bested the trials of three great Primal loa.
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