Vhostym frowned, unsure of Azriim's meaning. No matter. He would deal with the priest's ally when he arrived back on the pocket plane.
Bring him, he projected to his slaadi. I would reward you both.
He sensed the excitement of his sons through the mental connection. Azriim and Dolgan were imagining their transformation into gray slaadi.
Azriim's mental voice answered, We are coming now.