Intermission?
Samuel was dragged over to the altar, thrown against it with a savage toss that earned a pained grunt and a glare, and forgotten. Skelly had sheathed his knife in his robe’s rope belt as he’d hefted Wheeze into a similar spot next to the paralyzed caster. He’d then turned and stalked out of the room, muttering of how he had to retrieve Needles for this to work. “I should get our final party member in here, call him from Mostef’s grasp so he can watch this… I imagine his cries would be as sweet as yours will be…” Skelly said as he stalked away. “What about Posnev?” Samuel called out, words forced through clenched teeth. “They dead too?” Skelly paused and turned to stare at Samuel. “Yes,” he said, shrill voice… seemingly strained. “I killed them years ago. It was my test. I has to offer
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