When we get lower, Colton is already gone and heading down tunnels in hot pursuit of what’s left of the enemy. When we get to the ground floor fully, I gag on the smell down here. It’s thick, vile dust, overwhelming stench, that coats every surface. The ashy remains of fried vampire and I notice the throne, crude, and carved without skill, as it sits in one corner and seems to be the one form of seating in this place. I gesture towards it and Leyanne narrows in on it too, Carmen walking over in wolf form to sniff at it and recoils as though the scent is painful.
“Covens have lords. This one was no different, but he was another halfling and your mate already took care of him. I think he was newly promoted.” Leyanne points at the unbreathing evidence and I turn to the lifeless body slumped
