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You are Sarevok. Deathbringer. Spawn of the great Lord of Murder, Bhaal.
And yet you lie broken upon the cold, unforgiving stone of this chamber, vision sharpened with hatred for the ranger who stands triumphant above you once again. You feel the tiny paws of his furry rat as they patter dutifully across your skin, resting at last upon your forehead as the rodent weighs whatever fragments remain of your soul. The creature concludes that you are unworthy of life, just as you had concluded of so many victims before you.
Your time has come.
The last thing you see is this cursed hamster.
The last thing you hear...
"Go for the eyes, Boo! Go for the eyes!"