Key's to an Animal's Cage

Peak Mountain, Black Mountains, Battling Border

CHAVIAS

Garix Trembath walked into Radix’s Peak Mountain lair. Striding straight to Radix’s personal chambers. Noni’s flocking at his heels.

What’s he doing? Chavias’ hands wrapped the square black bars, and he pushed his face sideways against them to see down the stone passageway. The smell of sulfur and waste wafted up from the lower dungeons. There was a bone deep chill down here today, that even Chavias could feel.

“What is it?” Radix asked snippily.

Clearly discontented at the intrusion.

“I bring you word of the Rebels.”

The Rebels? Of Nightway? Chavias had heard bits and pieces about them but they were a newer development since his slavery.

“Oh?”

“I’ve found a new leader.” Garix said.

That’s a shame. Garix seems to be as good a man as any to lead.

“You are the leader. I like it that way.” Radix’s voice was somewhat harsh.

“He does well leading them.” Garix explained dismissively. “Seems to be positively lethal.” Garix moved around