Chapter 7 Hunting We Will GoAmborlaine's glimmer stick lit the tunnels of the underground with a warm golden light, making following the injured Drow's trail a simple process.
"More blood here," Hallos said.
Grengrum bent over the pool of fluid, "It would appear our quarry is bleeding out."
Amborlaine felt queasy, unsure if it was from the ever-increasing pools of blood or her companion's cavalier response to another being dying while they hunted him.
"How far ahead is he?" Amborlaine asked.
Grengrum dipped a stubby finger into the pool, which made Amborlaine retch. Then put the blood to his nose, "Still smells fresh. Can't be more than an hour ahead of us."
Hallos commented, "The drops are growing larger. That means he is slowing down. We’ll catch him before he gets home."
"Home,"
