Chapter 9 It Can Only Get WorseAmborlaine was locked tight in the cage. Two padlocks covered the cage in two locations. She reached the one close to her waist but the other at her feet was too far. There were bones of some poor soul in the cage with her. Laine ran her hands over the enclosure, much of it covered in either a dried substance or some sticky goo.
Hallos was swinging his feet back and forth, much like a child would do when playing. “So what's the plan? Torture?" Hallos asked their captor.
The Dewar was busy with implements and various bottles of liquid, "Nothing so vulgar," said the Dark Dwarf. "I deal in Necromancy for the Matron Mothers." The Dark Dwarf smiled as he looked up at Hallos, "And am quite good at what I do."
Through sobs and tears, Amborlaine, caught the Dewar'
