“Only three, Holy Horus? That means one set of entrails will doubtless do for
all. Surely, a god as wise as thyself could think of more questions. Since we
have the necessary materials it is a shame to waste them. It's been so long…”
“Three, nevertheless, are all the questions I have for the entrail-oracle."
“Very well, then,” sighs Freydag. “In that case, we shall use his,” and he
indicates with his blade one gray-bearded man whose dark eyes are fixed upon his
own. “Boltag is the name.”
“You know him?”