Sword of Eryndor
His tone dripped with sarcasm, but Eryndor remained resilient, his expression unwavering.
Eryndor was in bit trouble, his gaze swept all around the room, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and caution, searching for something that might reveal a clue or satisfy his growing unease.
"Move!", Lord Arinthal's subtle gesture made his guards walk into prompt action. They grasped Eryndor's arms, their grip firm, and led him away. Constant sound of clanging metal and creaking wood was echoing through the corridors as they descended into pitch darkness.
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