XIV. The Execution Chamber
The flickering torches cast sinister shadows on the walls of the execution chamber. Kurval paced the length of the small room, his purple robe of office flapping behind him. He was in a black mood, so the guards and the handful of witnesses to the execution steered clear of him.
Izgomir was there, of course, and apparently the only one who actually wanted to be. Ungolf was there as well, clad in his black leather jerkin, his face covered by the traditional mask. He kept vanishing behind a heavy black curtain to tinker with the device he’d built, a device that was still hidden for now.
Lord Vangenard and Baron Kelgurd were present as well and conversing in low tones. Both men were hardened warriors who had seen much death, but nonetheless, they were clearly unc
