XI. The Last Night
The dungeons of Castle Angilbert were vast and extended deep down into the black rock of the Harlovec mountains. Kurval had not explored them in depth, but from what little he had seen, he was nigh certain that there was no portal the underworld anywhere down here. Nor did demons, monsters and unspeakable things from beyond roam the corridors. It was just an ordinary dungeon, which was bad enough in itself, for no one willingly spent more time inside a dungeon that was absolutely necessary.
And yet, Kurval, King of Azakoria, was dutybound to spend a whole night in this dungeon.
In a torch-lit chamber deep inside the bowels of Castle Angilbert, he sat on a plain wooden chair. On the roughhewn table in front of him stood an earthenware jug of wine with a matching goblet
