Chapter Twelve

Randey groaned. He hurt all over. Blinking, he was aware of dim light, but he was still trying to get his bearings. The last thing he remembered was the ground falling out from beneath him, and the cries of himself and his companions as they dropped. It seemed they had tumbled for a fair distance on a relatively smooth slope. Thudding against one another, weapons and armor clanging, they had finally come to a stop here. Wherever “here” was. The low light revealed details reluctantly, and he had yet to identify the source, but it appeared they were in a small stone chamber. It smelled stale and somewhat fetid. To his dismay, he thought he could just make out what appeared to be a jumbled pile of bones against the wall to the right. That did not bode well.

A moan to his left told him Kale lay there. His leg felt pinned, and he glanced down to see the dim form of Owin lying across it. The young Knight stirred, slowly moving off of Randey’s leg, saying, “What happened?”

A deeper groan e