Chapter 9 Gimadin’s Stones
The two Beholders, Xaumnixarq and his brother Xogascacsh, hovered over the rotting body.
“Xentrocilks.”
“It is.”
Xaumnixarq looked around at the rocks and stones strewn about the cavern. “Landslide kill him?”
“No, sword cuts.”
“Drow?”
“No. Cuts are long. Like this.” Xogascacsh turned so his brother saw the scar on the side.
“Men.”
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A wave of pain racked through Arastor’s body. It was as if the weight of all the rock above his head came crashing down. Burying him alive. Arastor could not shake the feeling he would be trapped in this barren, lifeless, underground prison for the rest of his life.
At the same time Barmek groaned, coughed and spit up blood. Rain carried the Tanner wrapped tight in a blanket, thankful the blood stained the wool and not t
