As they walked, his flame grew taller and brighter, illuminating large sections of the corridor. There was nothing to see, however. The floor was bare, though covered in dust, and the walls were barren of any imagery or decoration. Dargon set a grueling pace through the corridor and she struggled to keep up. A glint ahead caught her eye and she focused on it. Her eyes widened as she processed the implications. Inlaid into carvings in the walls ahead was an array of shining metals and glittering jewels. “By the gods,” she whispered. “Were your ancestors truly as wealthy as this?”
Dargon did not answer, and pushed their pace all the harder.CHAPTER ONE-HUNDREDFIFTY-FOUR
RINTALAS WAS LESS than half the distance down the lane toward the keep when the screams began behind him and he skidded to
