The three warriors entered through the gates as one: Sibyl on the right, Reyna in the middle, and himself on the left. They entered the great hall: a large rectangular room three times as long as it was wide, it had a row of windows on one side and a large, bay window at its front. Stark moonlight sliced in through the windows, bathing the hall in its gentle glow.
The far end of the great hall sported a raised dais; other than that, the room was bare of any furniture. No tables lined the long floors; no paintings or tapestries hung from the walls.
Nevertheless, the great hall was packed: not with fixtures, but with the dead. Draugar packed the room to the gills. As they turned to welcome the newcomers, Darragh stared out at a sea of faces in various states of decay. Each of the draugar
