Description
There is a test among the desert tribesmen. Grab the one you are suspicious of. Pull their robe up to their elbow. And make them lay their palms flat upon the table. If you are mistaken, then you have done no harm; for all the east knows and fears them.
If you are correct, then strike fast and strike true, or your death and that of your tribe has come.
They are old. So old. And so worn by their age. And they know so many things, and have such curious lore to share. If you can win it from them.
For once there were rings, it is said, that could command them; as readily as any master might command a slave. Either the enchantment was faulty in the first place or it has weakened in the centuries since, for now if you possess a ghoul ring and are not sure and certain then to use it is your doom. For they want them back; all of them.
They are wicked and cruel and their hungers are terrible, and to make cause with one is a dreadful thing. What does it say of a man who would hold one in his employ? That he is powerful? Certainly. That he is willing to make sacrifices for the greater good? Perhaps. That he is willing to make bargains and keep them? That is wisdom, so we may hope so.
What does it say of a man who holds one in his employ, and it serves him out of fear?