Retreat.
“You arrived just in time. We’re preparing to retreat into the inner sanctum.” Narg sat on a plain wooden chair in an office furnished in the most spartan fashion. He’d been quickly healed of his worst injuries and ushered into the room by robed monks, their features obscured within their dark cowls. “Inner sanctum?” he asked. The figure sighed from within its hood. He was seated behind a large desk, devoid of any decoration in a chair as plain as the one Narg sat on. Other than the fact that his belt, a simple rope, was white in colour, the monk seemed exactly the same as all the others he had seen. Narg wondered how they told each other apart. “A deep cavern within the heart of the mountain. Once we close it no one can penetrate the heavy rock doors and wards around it. It has
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