Dark Images

Sebastian saw at first a glimpse of booted feet shuffling over stone. And chained hands around thick, dark arms. Covered in muddy filth. He lifted his head and saw the bars of a wall dungeon cell before him. He was in some kind of cave that smelled of the foulest things. Surrounded by cimmerii which scuttled the floors. Fires burned further down the corridor and made the whole cave stifling. Nearly unbearable from the heat and smoke.

“Here’s your food, warlord.” An ugly firoque man with decaying skin and rotting fingers. He pushed a wood platter under the bottom of the bars. It splattered muck onto the floor.

“I don’t want it.” The voice came from the person Sebastian was within, but he recognized it.

Chavias.

Chavias was watching Radix speaking to a few firoque. “I’ve sensed her for months, she’s in Ardae.”

“We’ve searched the whole continent, my lord!” A firoque woman complained. “There is no creature like that.”

“She has da