[The Holy man flinched visibly, his senses on high alert what without being able to see, and every paganistic creature known in this horrible sewer of vermin coming in and harassing him.
The knock had him hoping, praying, Anderson had come back from whatever errand or act of horrible good-will was distracting him from his lame chief.
Sitting up, not being able to see especially in the dimness, he didn't bother to turn his head towards the doorway when he answered, his voice noticeably listless from the prior madness.]
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The knock had him hoping, praying, Anderson had come back from whatever errand or act of horrible good-will was distracting him from his lame chief.
Sitting up, not being able to see especially in the dimness, he didn't bother to turn his head towards the doorway when he answered, his voice noticeably listless from the prior madness.]
A.. Anderson...?