Chapter Thirteen
"Out of the Bag"D
arkness was comforting, like being wrapped in a womb of solitude and peace. It helped to heighten senses such as smell and sound. For a dwarf it was more a natural state of being than an inconvenience.
Duinn knew a guard was stationed near his cell out of sight. He could hear the elf shuffling, clumsily attempting to be quiet. Most humans thought elves were silent as sunshine. They would have been sorely disappointed in this fellow.
Duinn's extraordinary senses told him that somewhere in the cell with him was a colony of rats. Right outside his cell window, another elf waited with average stealth. Feet from the elf outside his cell, something on four legs crept forward.
Hearing a large predator leap on an unsuspecting man and rip him to shreds lends
