7
Nothing was different from our past visit, other than no Duncan to visit upon us a strangling mess, and we soon reached the round room that had sealed Greylock’s fate. I tensed as I prepared us for a fight against the famed minotaur, but the creature was nowhere to be found. Without the life-endangering beast, I could see that a tunnel on the opposite side of the room led deeper into the depths of the forest underbelly.
Silva stood in front of that tunnel facing us with his faceless stare. He stretched out one arm, and I finally figured out why his movements so caught my attention. They appeared to be like an actor on a stage who mimics the movements of others, or like a mime. I didn’t like mimes. Or clowns. Anyway, they were artificial, like he was doing it for our benefit and
