Chapter Seventeen
Choosing the Target
Iarion sat up in his bedroll and stretched. He, Barlo, Paige, and Claire had talked long into the night, but hadn’t made any real progress in determining which threat to Lasniniar they should attempt to address first. Barlo was fast asleep beside him, his loud snores echoing through the cave. Iarion’s lips twitched as he heard the dwarf mutter something about waffles in his sleep. Paige’s eyelids flickered where she lay beside Barlo and mumbled a half-intelligible response about maple syrup in Dwarvish. It was good to finally have something back to normal.
Claire wandered in from outside the cave and cleared her throat, startling both dwarves awake. The demon woman had offered to keep watch through the night. She didn’t seem to require sleep as far
