Chapter Twenty-Nine
The Battle Is Joined
Barlo felt someone shaking him. He cracked his eyes open with a protesting moan. Iarion’s face loomed over him, his dripping white hair in tangles and blood smeared across his face.
“Are you insane?” Iarion’s eyes flashed. “What were you thinking?”
“What—?” Barlo frowned in confusion. He prodded his memory, but only came up with a hazy sense of having been somewhere deep underwater, which made sense since both he and Iarion were soaking wet.
“You could have died!” Iarion said, shaking him again. “What in Lasniniar possessed you to go inside that creature’s mouth?”
“Iarion, you must let him rest,” Silvaranwyn said from somewhere over Iarion’s shoulder.
“Mouth...” Barlo’s memories came trickling back. “I thought it was a cave. Must’ve been daze
