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I spoke to Brutaska in a level but stern voice, "Now I know that you don't want to wage war against my father for no reason, so tell me why." It must have been strange for him to be talked down to by a demon mabey a third of his size, but after a few moments he gave a great bellow, which I took as a sigh, and said, "My daughter was stollen from me and taken into your home of Thilias," he lifted his hand over one of the fires and an image of a surpisingly human girl no older than me. (of course I look about fourteen but I'm really some where around 1400) I looked at Brutaska for an explination and he said,"She is of course adopted, but we treat her as our own."