Mallory looked between Jorgen and Danae. “The dungeon doesn’t have to have been created by a divine demon, does it?”
“Only divine demons can create them,” Esben said.
“Oh.” Mallory felt her heart sink and her stomach turn. “This can’t be good.” Her gaze was drawn to all the treasure they’d taken from Azerron.
“How would he find out?” Brodie continued to rummage in the chest, the horse beside him.
“Let’s hope he never does,” Danae said.
Brodie held up a small, gold helmet. “Look what I found. It’s got runes on it too. Guess he liked to decorate all his statues.”
Danae looked between the bridle and the helmet several times before she held her hand out to Brodie. “Can I have a look?”
Brodie handed the helmet over. “What’s wrong with them? You sound worried. Are you?”
Danae examined th
