Chapter42: Targu Province, Temple of Abrasax

“Come along, Kerrigan, Dear,” sneered Prima Zadok Sudeas, the newly appointed high priest of the Dragon Thunder. Kerrigan Lokir slogged along in his wake, glowering at his tone. Before his ascension three years ago, Kerrigan was favored by all of the servants and monks any time she was in the temple of Abrasax. Somehow, this prick of a man had wormed his way to the top of all dragon worship from the dregs of Pinon Province of all places. Kerrigan cringed at the memories of Zadok all the way back when he was still a lowly priest, and she, just a small girl, orphaned at six. “Tell me, Kerrigan. How goes the search for the dragon soul stone? You should have made good progress by now right?” Prima Zadok continued, sweeping down the corridor. “The hunt continues. It’s likely in Bayan Province.” The Prima paused, and glared at her, “Likely in Bayan prov-…, Kerrigan it was likely in Bayan Province four years ago when the harlot who carried it was dealt with. You told me you could find it whic