one another, Airk’s companions nodded reassuringly.
Ma’non’go was certain, however, that he wasn’t
the only one troubled by the look that was still in Airk’s eyes.
Old Demons, New
adventurers soon found themselves in an area of worked stone, one where it was
clear many feet had recently trod. Some of the footprints were smaller in
stature, others large, and it only reconfirmed Airk’s suspicions. Further
ahead, the adventurers saw several tunnels branching off at a crossroads.
Weirdly glimmering lights flickered along the tunnels, and shadows danced eerily
on the tunnel walls.
They didn’t post any guards, but that’s just to
lure people in, Airk
thought to himself. Looking around, he found a smaller cave off to the side and
gestured towards it. Leading his friends into the cubbyhole, he further led
them to dim their lanterns, knowing full well the dangers of the light giving
Airk had a
fairly good idea of how their opponents would have designed their lair. He
began tracing an outline in the grit at the companions’ feet, whispering
quietly as he explained his plan.
They lure people in and expect them to be easy
prey when they finally arrive, the gnome thought to himself, smiling inwardly.
Let’s turn that against them, he decided.
And they call themselves tricksters…
as silent as the darkness around her as she crept down the tunnel, her eyes
alert for any kind of trap. The creatures the companions were about to face
shared many of the engineering skills of the gnomish race. Their lairs were
often rigged with deadly traps to hinder and kill intruders before the
attackers could ever raise a sword against them.
tripwire, leading up to the crossroads, was easy to miss, but Amyalla knew what
to look for. Hopping over the wire with an impish grin, she continued on down
the tunnel to the first crossroads, keeping to the shadows as she considered
which one to travel down.
said a nasal, almost whiny voice from further up the corridor.
the bother?” another voice said, this one sound much deeper than the first.
mealtime?” the first voice asked, as its owner came stomping down the corridor.
Amyalla squatted down as quietly as she could. In her mind, she thanked
Yondalla that these creatures couldn’t see her body heat, the way so many
inhabitants of the underworld could.
feet tall, with the prominent nose and thick hair of a gnome, the creature that
advanced into the crossroads could have been mistaken for a gnome at first
glance. However, the sickly jaundiced yellow of his skin, the redness of his
bloodshot eyes, the rounded, bulbous shape of his nose, so different from the
long pointy noses of true gnomes like Airk, and the hateful sneer on his face marked
him out as a spriggan.
were vile cousins to the gnomes. They possessed strange magical powers that
were said to come from their consorting with the darker aspects of the fairy
world. They lived for banditry and violence, whether slitting the throats of
hapless victims from the shadows in their normal size or sadistically playing
with their victims in the giant forms they could assume. The spriggan Amyalla
saw, like all of his kind, was dressed in clothing typical for his kind. His dirty
breeches and leather armor looked as if they would rot on him before they were
ever washed, accenting the disgusting stink of his unwashed body.
sprinted after the spriggan as he walked down another corridor, noting the way
he ducked under a particular point. Looking up as she repeated the motion,
Amyalla noticed another tripwire, this one set at about the level of her head.
Her practiced eye caught the worked stone further up the wall, and Amyalla
could well imagine what it might release if the tripwire was set off.
spriggan turned into an opening in the left-hand wall, from which several more
voices echoed. Carefully peering into the opening, Amyalla looked into a large
common space. Several other spriggans lazed about on a variety of mismatched
furniture, most of it no doubt stolen or otherwise acquired during their
travels. Despite herself, Amyalla swallowed hard. She saw how several of the
spriggans were a good ten or twelve feet in height, and took especial note of
how their weapons grew in size with them.
to the crossroads and walking down another corridor leading off it, she soon
came upon a kitchen and a lever set into the wall next to the doorway. Rubbing
her chin thoughtfully, Amyalla could see that the lever was set to trigger a
deadfall of loose and sharpened stones near the crossroads.
on alert, Amyalla flitted through several more corridors, noting where the spriggans
had set their traps. Twice she had to hide to avoid spriggans walking through
the corridor, but their guard was down and they were not particularly alert for
intruders, expecting their traps to warn them of any attackers.
that there were no more spriggans in the immediate area, Amyalla lifted her
skirt, revealing the lockpicks and other tools she kept hidden on her garters.
smile crossed her face.
It was time
to go to work.
spriggans leapt up when they heard the sounds of the footsteps and cries of
pain. The first tripwire, the one in the corridor leading from the crossroads
back to the underground lake, had clearly been triggered, striking several
intruders with poisoned darts. A few seconds later, the spriggans heard another
agonized cry as another tripwire was set off, this one pouring acid down on
whatever creature had been unlucky enough to set it off. A third set of screams
followed after that, as another set of intruders had breached the flamethrowing
trap that was placed down the left-hand corridor branching off from the
one another, several of the spriggans eagerly leapt up and charged down the
corridor towards the crossroads. Some of the others went in the opposite
direction intending to flank the intruders from another one of the passages
leading to the crossroads. They knew well the dangers of setting up a lair in
the dangerous underground passages of the Deepoerth, and had taken suitable
spriggans charged down the corridor that contained the acid-dumping trap. A
couple of the stragglers, following along behind their kin, were the only ones
who noticed that the acid-dumping trap was somehow still in place. Blinking in
surprise, they were caught off guard at the lack of corpses, or indeed anyone
at all, in the corridor.
chanting was their only warning before a cloud of white fog enveloped them. A
couple of the spriggans saw the form of a young human woman dressed in indigo
wizard’s robes marked with the images of the moon and stars down the corridor
leading from the crossroads to the underground lake.
The human woman seemed to
appear out of nowhere, but the spriggans had no time to think about it before
they screamed in pain at the burning heat of the fog. Too late, the spriggans
realized the fog was a deadly cloud of steam. Several of the creatures fell
dead, horribly burned by the searing heat, made all the worse by the confined
narrows of the crossroads.
A couple of
the spriggans managed to stumble free of the steam cloud and into the corridor
where the human woman stood, their skin burned and red. Behind them, more of
the spriggans charging into the crossroads felt the agony of the steam. Several
of the spriggans, shifting into their giant forms to better withstand the
steam’s painful heat, suddenly felt another stinging sensation as a flurry of
arrows came flying into the steam cloud from the corridor where the young woman
that the young woman had shot the arrows at them, three of the spriggans ran
down the corridor towards her. They caught sight of her, but they saw that she
was now standing behind a lean blonde man wielding a longbow and a massively
built dark-skinned man wielding a wicked-looking trident.
spriggans charged, swinging their axes furiously. One of them was halted by
Ma’non’go, who caught the creature’s descending axe in his trident and pushed
it back up. Lashing out with his foot, Ma’non’go slammed the spriggan in the
gut, causing him to stagger and let up the pressure on his axe. With the
spriggan’s defenses now open, Ma’non’go charged forward, gutting the creature
on his trident.
Ma’non’go’s left, Weimar fired several more shots from his bow at the other two
spriggans, dropping the first one before picking up his axe. The second
spriggan had shrunk back down to gnome size to avoid the arrow, but Weimar
easily drove his battleaxe into the creature’s chest, killing it as the steam
ahead began to clear.
in satisfaction as he saw six spriggans lying dead where the steam cloud had
struck. The companions’ plan had worked perfectly. Amyalla had disarmed all of
the traps she found, while letting Seline know what exactly they were designed
for. Seline’s magic then created the sound of intruders being caught on the
traps, luring several of the spriggans to investigate and running into the steam
cloud Seline had conjured with her wand.
Now it’s my turn, Weimar thought with a grin, as he retrieved his
stalked off down the right-hand corridor, his trident red with the blood of
some of the spriggans who had survived the steam cloud but were too injured to fight
back. Looking around warily, he recalled what Airk had told the companions about
spriggans, such as how the nasty little things could strike from the shadows.
following along behind Ma’non’go. When a spriggan leapt out from an alcove in
the rock wall to stab Ma’non’go, the halfling’s warning cry saved her tall
friend from being hamstrung. While Ma’non’go managed to avoid having his leg
torn as he spun to confront the spriggan, the creature slashed his hip.
A wave of
agony went down the right side of Ma’non’go’s body as the spriggan grew to full
size. The spriggan howled in glee as he slashed at Ma’non’go, his dagger now
the size of a sword. Ma’non’go blocked the spriggan’s slash with the handle of
his trident, turning the spriggan’s eager cry to a curse of frustration. Ma’non’go
ducked the spriggan’s next sword slash and quickly struck back, tearing a gash
along the spriggan’s stomach and leg.
Ma’non’go was so caught up in his own battle he didn’t notice another spriggan
coming up behind him. This creature held a shimmering dagger in his hands,
eager to succeed where his comrade had failed.
led the way down the central corridor, Luna following in his wake. He carried a
lantern in one hand as he walked, and suddenly stopped when the lantern was
extinguished. Many of the torches ahead of him were extinguished as well.
Revafour recognized one of the spriggan’s magical powers, the ability to snuff
out the flames from torches and lamps. Fortunately, he was prepared, dropping
the lantern and reaching into his pocket. The corridor blazed with light again
as Revafour pulled a stone from his pocket and tossed to the cavern floor
behind him. Luna had enchanted the stone with a magical spell, and she and
Revafour had no problems seeing any spriggans that might attack them.
and Luna didn’t have long to wait. One of the creatures charged down the
corridor towards Revafour, and another one charged at Luna from a side room the
companions had passed. The spriggan coming at Revafour was in its small form,
making a ghastly face as it jabbered all manner of ugly-sounding noise at him. The
spriggan was using another of the creatures’ powers, the ability to instill
fear in his opponents.
It took more
than that to scare a Tenha warrior like Revafour, however. The spriggan stopped
his babbling and grew to giant size when he realized that Revafour wasn’t
scared of him. Revafour’s sword clashed with the spriggan’s as the monster
attacked, and the spriggan began pushing Revafour back with his superior
strength. Revafour only smiled, suddenly breaking away from the spriggan and
causing him to stumble forward. The spriggan was completely defenseless, and
Revafour didn’t waste the opportunity. Raising his sword, Revafour brought the
blade squarely down on the spriggan’s neck, chopping his head off in a single
Revafour, Luna brought up her shield to block the hammer the other spriggan was
swinging at her. The spriggan anticipated her move, and brought his hammer
around Luna’s defenses and struck her on her hip. Luna was knocked prone by the
blow, but she recovered more quickly than the spriggan expected. Picking up her
mace, she slammed it down on the spriggan’s foot before he could strike again.
Crying out angrily, the spriggan raised his hammer to strike Luna down, but she
slammed his foot again and then struck his knee as she got to her knees.
Staggering from the blows, the spriggan shrunk back down to gnome size,
charging straight at Luna. She hit him squarely in the face, and he fell dead.
up, and she saw a third spriggan advancing on Revafour. The creature kicked the
corpse of the first spriggan at Revafour, knocking him off balance. Revafour
tried to defend himself, but the spriggan was faster, his sword aiming for the
Flan warrior’s stomach.
Luna flung her mace at the creature, uttering a desperate prayer to Pelor in
seemed to answer Luna’s prayer as her mace hit the spriggan in the chest. He
stumbled back from the blow, landing on his rump. That gave Revafour all the
time he needed to recover. He brought his sword down on the creature with a
titanic slash, cutting the monster almost in two and staining the entire length
of his sword blade red with blood.
initially smiled at his victory, but then he frowned as he heard Luna casting a
healing spell over her wounded side.
returned at the look of relief he saw on her face.
spriggan stalking Ma’non’go didn’t realize it, but he should have been watching
his own back. He belatedly heard a whistling sound, his only warning before a
dagger thudded painfully into his hip. Crying out pain, the spriggan turned
around, reaching for the dagger now protruding from his hip.
caught the spriggan by surprise with the first dagger she’d thrown, and threw
the second one when he was off guard. The second dagger thudded into his chest,
killing him instantly. Turning to consider the scene, Ma’non’go smiled in
amusement as Amyalla came up to the corpse of the spriggan she’d killed,
pulling her daggers out of the monster’s body.
“I dare say these creatures probably have a
fair amount of treasure, wouldn’t they?” Amyalla said, grinning at Ma’non’go.
“Care to help me find it?”
I presume you’ll need a stronger pair of arms
than your own to haul much if it away, will you not? Ma’non’go signed back to her as he
returned her smile.
Amyalla said, a pouty look replacing her smile. “You think I’m just asking you
for your strength, without appreciating your handsomeness?”
Ma’nongo just rolled his eyes in amusement.
Marching ahead of Weimar and Seline as he led
them down the left passage from the crossroads, Airk scowled at the four
spriggans charging towards them. Two of the creatures were in giant form, the
others the size of gnomes, tossing spears and daggers at the adventurers. Fully
expecting the spriggans’ tactics, Airk knelt down and held up his shield. Airk
nodded as a spear and dagger bounced harmlessly off his shield. He knew the
spriggans were naturally going to attack him first, even with Seline
spellcasting behind him.
For Airk and the spriggans, this was just
another chapter in the eternal blood feud between their races. The hatred
between gnomes and spriggans rivalled that between the dwarves and the duergar,
or the hatred that once existed between the elves and the drow, those dark
blue-skinned elves that were now known to be nothing more than folk-tales.
The spriggans weren’t going to spare the
humans, however. Weimar grunted as a spear struck his own shield, and a spear
bounced off the protective barrier Seline had cast in front of her. Seline
struck back first, releasing a lightning bolt that blasted the two spriggans in
giant form dead on the spot. One of the remaining spriggans grew into giant
size and charged at Weimar, while the other remained the size of a gnome and
Weimar grunted again as his shield absorbed
another blow from the spriggan attacking him. Gritting his teeth, Weimar struck
back and cut the spriggan in the hip, before crying out as the spriggan struck
him in the shoulder. Weimar ducked another swing from the spriggan, and he retaliated
with a strike that clove deep into the creature’s chest. As the spriggan fell
to his knees, Weimar hacked at the monster repeatedly, chopping through the
spriggan’s arms and finally taking its head off.
Airk did not flinch as the other remaining
spriggan struck his shield. The gnome’s expression was stone cold as he struck
back, tearing a long gash down the spriggan’s leg with his military pick. As
the spriggan staggered, Airk pressed the assault, slamming into the spriggan’s
legs with his shield and making the monster stumble. The spriggan fell to one
knee, and Airk lashed out with his pick, catching the spriggan in the eye. Airk
pulled down on his pick, tearing a long gash down the spriggan’s face and
gouging the creature’s throat.
Through it all, Airk maintained that cold,
“Do you think that’s the last of them?” Weimar asked
Airk ignored Weimar and Seline, running off
down the passage.
Weimar and Seline looked at one another in
concern, before running to follow Airk.
It’s the Hateful Wars
all over again, Airk
realized. Just like when we fought those
spriggan bandits who preyed on our defenseless villages…
Hateful Wars, many of the gnomish communities who sent their warriors to the
front lines were left underdefended. Those communities were constantly preyed
on by spriggans eager for blood and treasure. Airk had learned much about the
vicious creatures from his old brothers Osian and Tarnek during their time
together in Flinthold’s army. The Venbelwar brothers’ unit had confronted a
band of spriggans who had kidnapped several gnomish children, intending to sell
the children as humanoids for food or to treacherous dwarves as slaves,
whichever would offer the higher price.
passed the knowledge of spriggans he had received from his brothers on to his
new human and halfling companions. He was quite pleased with how his companions
had used his knowledge, but he hadn’t told them everything. Spriggan bands were
usually organized around a single leader who only entered a battle when he
thought he could ambush his victims. If the leader didn’t get the chance, he
would try to flee with as much treasure and other essentials as he could carry.
all around the passage as he ran, Airk soon found what he was looking for. He
saw a door leading to a kitchen further ahead to his right, and he had passed a
general sleeping area several feet back. He knew that a spriggan leader would
want his minions close by to protect him and to be close to the kitchen to have
first choice of the meals, so…
The door in
the left wall of the passage, almost flush with the kitchen door, was the one
Airk knew he was looking for.
into the room, Airk stared hatefully at the spriggan leader. The spriggan
leader had been about to escape through a secret door in the wall opposite the
door, but he turned to face the intruder. Airk’s eyes narrowed as he locked
stares with the spriggan. The spriggan leader was ugly even by spriggan
standards, powerfully muscled even in his small form and heavily marked with
tattoos and piercings. He hefted a vicious two-handed battleaxe, kicking aside
the treasure chests he had dropped when Airk burst into the room. Airk strode
forward, raising his bloodstained pick, and the spriggan leader spat at him.
“Think you’re clever, don’t you?” the spriggan
said with a sneer. “Think that just because you slay a few expendable fools,
you think you can triumph?”
you can kill us all by yourself?” Airk said, a smile crossing his face. “You’re
quite calm for someone facing the end of his life.”
thought I’d meet you,” the spriggan said, raising an eyebrow.
spriggan’s sneer turned into a wicked grin as Airk stared in surprise at his
“How do you know me?” Airk said, confusion
replacing eagerness on his face.
you like to know?” the spriggan said, laughing evilly. “Pity you’ll never get
to find out!” he shouted, as he suddenly grew into his giant form. The
spriggan’s axe grew with him, and he howled with glee as he swung the huge
weapon down at Airk.
managed to block the blow with his shield, but the sheer force of it left him
reeling. The spriggan followed up his first attack with a vicious backhanded
chop, slashing Airk across the chest. His entire body on fire with pain, Airk
ducked and was fortune not to be decapitated by the spriggan’s third strike. Blood
ran down the front of his torso, and Airk knew that his heavy armor had likely
saved him from being instantly killed.
spriggan prepared to attack yet again, Airk shouted in a rage. Airk struck back
with his pick, tearing a long line in one of the spriggan’s arms. The spriggan
grunted in pain, and his next attack passed harmlessly over Airk’s head. He
recovered faster than Airk expected, and he chopped straight down with his next
attack, slashing another wound across Airk’s back.
now covered with blood, most of it his own, but if he felt any pain he did not
show it. He struck back with his pick, driving it into one of the spriggan’s
hands as the creature withdrew his axe. The pick’s point penetrated the
spriggan’s hand almost up to the handle of the weapon. Forced to strike
one-handed, the spriggan managed to hit Airk just under his head, tearing a
shallow gash in his neck.
not to care.
rage was rising again, as he remembered the Hateful Wars and what the spriggans
had done. One moment he was seeing the spriggan he was currently fighting, the
next he was remembering fighting alongside Osian and Tarnek. His attacks were
as deadly as ever, as he ripped into the spriggan’s foot with his pick. As the
spriggan screamed, Airk tore a gash in the spriggan’s stomach, causing blood to
run down his legs.
in Airk’s eyes as he went into a frenzy, hacking away at the spriggan’s torso
one moment, and then at his legs when the monster tried to protect his vital
areas. Finally, staggering from his wounds, the spriggan sank to one knee.
with rage, Airk drove his pick into the middle of the spriggan’s face, right
between the creature’s eyes. Withdrawing the weapon, he struck again and a
third time, widening the gash each time.
broke out of his trance when Seline entered the room and called out his name.
He turned to face her, noting the concerned look on her face.
worried to see Airk covered with blood and looking half-dead.
The look in
his eyes, on the other hand, sent a chill down her spine.
alright?” Luna asked Airk once she’d finished casting her healing spells on
him. The rest of the companions had joined Airk and Seline in the spriggan
leader’s room, reporting that the rest of the spriggans were dead. They were
looking through the chests the spriggan leader had dropped, and had already accumulated
an impressive pile of coins and gemstones.
response, Airk jumped to his feet-more quickly than Luna would have liked-and
ran over to join his companions looking through the chests.
“What did you find?” he asked. He was
initially interested in the money they had found, but that interest vanished
when he saw the sheaf of parchments Amyalla was holding.
“None of us
could make much sense of these letters,” the halfling said as Airk read the parchments.
“I take it they’re all in gnomish?”
are,” Airk said. “More than that, though…”
it?” Amyalla asked.
reply. He was focused on trying to recall where he had seen the handwriting in
these letters before. Finally, a memory flashed across his mind, something
half-forgotten and buried stirring from within the recesses of his
for a second, trying to remember what it was about, before he forced himself to
read the first letter again.
Excellent work. Your raids have been even more
profitable than I expected, and the profits will finance some truly important
parts of the search. It will have to be laundered through that fool Laessar’s
merchant house, but that’s hardly a problem, of course. He’s known as a master
dealer, so a few more gems will hardly attract much attention.
More than anything, I should like to commend
you on your use of those stupid trolls in your raids. Not only are they
excellent shock troops, and perfectly expendable, but they are almost
impossible to trace back to us. It reminds me of the old days, when some of our
different nations began manipulating the humanoids to attack our rivals.
Needless to say, after our rivals had exhausted themselves, it was a simple
matter for us to take what we wanted.
In gratitude for your fine work, I would
encourage you to keep half of the spoils for yourself. But no more than
half-you should know, after what I did to Crullach, that I have eyes
I am always watching you.
I am everywhere.
And yet, if you stay with me, you shall share
in the riches that shall be mine. The game I am playing holds many rewards for
the bold, rewards that-I will repeat myself-will be passed on to the most loyal
and devoted of my followers.
The Crawler be with you, my brother.
blood ran cold, as his mind raced back to that horrible night more than six and
a half decades ago.
the deaths of his fellow warriors of Flinthold, fellow gnomes he had grown up
with, kinsmen and blood brothers.
We were assured the cavern was safe…that the
claim had to be made…Airk
heard himself think.
How could we see the stalactites coming, after
Kalrek had insisted there was no danger?
At first there was nothing but silence, the
sound of peace and the anticipation of a bright future after suffering and loss…
…and then bloodshed, the mocking laughter of
the dwarves, their axes aided by the toxic poisons released by the broken
The blood of the guilty dwarves, washing away
the innocent gnome blood, was my only redemption…
Dozens set forth, and two alone return home…the
last of the survivors.
…A joke of Garl Glittergold’s? More likely a
joke of Urdlen.
What did Flinthold gain, for all those years of
None of the promised riches, none of the sought
…nothing but broken families, hundreds slain,
betrayal by those who were thought to be our allies.
Is that what you sought, Kalrek? What did you
gain from it?
How much gold was our peoples’ lives worth?
For the rivers of blood, pouring over the stone?
Airk became aware of his surroundings again. Glancing from side to side, he saw
that Revafour and Ma’non’go each held one of his arms, and the rest of his
companions were staring at him in horror.
happened to you?” Weimar asked. “You dropped the letter, and then you just
began to scream…”
several deep breaths as he managed to calm down. A haunted look remained in his
eyes, the look of someone who had seen the memories of an ancient horror come
screaming back to him.
Airk murmured, before he took a deep breath.
that?” Revafour said.
of it all,” Airk said, looking down at the cavern floor. “Kalrek is the gnome
who betrayed my clan to the dwarves that nearly murdered us, and caused so much
suffering for Flinthold. So many decades on, and he’s still doing it. The
attacks on the Flan, consorting with spriggans, all this suffering and murder
to line his own pockets!”
organized all this?” Revafour said. “The troll raids and the spriggans?”
death and murder,” Airk said, not seeming to have heard Revafour’s question. He
seemed to have aged two centuries in as many minutes. “So many decades and
their deaths are still unavenged. What’s he planning now, and why would he
“Who’s this Laessar?” Amyalla said, turning
Airk’s head to make him look her squarely in the eyes.
a friend of mine,” Airk said, shaking his head as he attempted to focus his
thoughts. “He left the Lortmils with his family a few decades after the Hateful
Wars, and set himself up as a merchant and gem dealer at Copper Crossing in the
Kron Hills. What would he be doing with a monster like Kalrek?”
Did you- Ma’non’go started to sign, before Airk suddenly
not anymore!” Airk said, his voice rising to a shout. “If Laessar still lives
at Copper Crossing, I’ll make him speak the truth face to face!”
stop your ranting and listen to what we have to say?” Revafour demanded,
turning Airk to face him. “Or have you gone completely mad?”
“…Mad?” Airk said. “No, I’m…not…by the gods,
I’m sorry…for everything. I know how difficult and curt I’ve been over the last
several days. It’s just…when I saw that Kalrek was involved, everything just…”
alright,” Luna said, leading him over to a comfortable chair at one side of the
room and sitting him down. “Is there any means by which we could help you?”
gnome city in the Kron Hills called Copper Crossing,” Airk said. “I intend to
travel there-I need to speak to Laessar and ask him about Kalrek. Whatever
Kalrek is planning, I have to stop him.”
sure that’s wise?” Amyalla said. “You don’t exactly seem like you’re in the
best condition to-“
Hells how I feel!” Airk said. “After all these decades, I’ve finally found a
lead on Kalrek, and a means to avenge the blood he’s spilled! Think of the
Flan, too, and everyone else his minions have likely murdered. What else could
he be planning? He has to be stopped! Garl only knows who else might suffer if
The rest of
the companions only looked at Airk in dismay.
memories,” Airk said. “I can’t…it’s so hard to let…”
Your pain at your recollections are entirely
signed. Surely you recall, however, that
you are not alone with your suffering? We too have endured similar traumas, and
we understand what you are experiencing.
you join me?” Airk asked. “Justice demands no less of me than to finally punish
Kalrek for all his crimes.”
one another, Airk’s companions nodded reassuringly.
Ma’non’go was certain, however, that he wasn’t
the only one troubled by the look that was still in Airk’s eyes.