The healer entered a chamber that was cloaked in shadow, mist curling at the edges like restless serpents. A single flame burned between them on the low stone table, its light flickering across the jagged scars of the Assassin Leader.
Across from him sat Kaelthorn, Lord of the Wanderers, his massive frame hunched, his beast-like eyes glowing faintly red in the gloom. Silence reigned for a long moment, a silence thick enough to strangle.
Finally, the Assassin Leader’s voice cut through, low and dangerously cold.
Assassin Leader: “You trespass into a place where no wolf nor witch dares tread. Speak quickly, Kaelthorn. My time is sharper than my blades.”
Kaelthorn leaned forward, his cracked lips twisting into a grim smile.
Kaelthorn: “Your time bleeds away faster than you admit… just as
