CHAPTER Seventy-eight: Drink from it before it seals up

　　“The lady would see you now.”

　　One thing was certain, Omre’s Cavern had become more formal since Amelia had belonged to it. He followed Jeanie, Amelia’s most trusted confidant and guardian of the secret seer through the bowers of the dark Cavern that served as the Omre’s home time immemorial. Safety seemed to be more of a dispute than it had been age-old, with lower cadre Omres standing guard at various points throughout the Cave, most of them armed in one way or another.

　　Had the Cavern’s number grown? Fehr certainly couldn’t remember there being so many Omres in the cavern as they were a rare kind. It was possible Amelia recruited more and even went in search of them as they preferred to stay hidden. Omres were once hunted by witches and killed because of their blood. It was once rumored that Omres never existed and Fehr would have believed if he did not have Amelia figured out.

　　As he allowed himself to be led deeper into the Cave by the guard, his mind drifted to unbidden, dar