Ah. I believe I have erred drastically at some point... I'd try to back out of it but without being a telepath or some sort of demon, the best I can manage is "whoopsie".

Because the vast majority of us have no idea who the actual kidnappers are and because I have no idea what the Pfhor are like (Google was not my friend in the desired capacity this time), I hadda go on guesswork. They also seemed to crop up at roughly the right time... although now that I think about it (having more relevant information) they're probably just Surtur's grunt race, only there for the less desirable shooty-uppy-ness and maybe the transplanar equivalent of heavy lifting.

I'm an idiot. I therefore put upon my head the Tea Cosy of Shame.

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