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Esther and Cragge stepped into the Ostium and within minutes, she knew something was wrong. Ostium travel had always been a neutral zone; safe and fast, but the stench of death and decay hung heavy in the air. She knew of only one creature that smelled like that. Someone or something had let the Trith into the portal. There was no other option, but to run for their lives.
“Hurry, Cragge,” she said, grabbing the dwarf's hand.
The pounding of the Trith's feet grew louder. She bunched up her skirt and cloak and picked up her speed. Cragge's hand was heavy in hers and he was lagging behind. She found it odd. He was far faster than any human, but there was no time to think it through. The Trith were getting closer. She tightened her grip and yanked him forward. He stumbled, but kept going
