EPILOGUE
Broderick crouched beside a crumbling pillar of gray marble. He risked a glance into the courtyard of the ruins and ducked back behind the column. The priests stood in a circle, hands clasped together. He saw another man dressed similar to the priests standing to the side.
He looked to where Nae’fir said he would be but he didn’t see the elf. He wondered what Marc and the other soldiers were thinking then. He couldn’t tell which of the men in the courtyard they were, but he knew they were down there. All twenty were accounted for. He didn’t see Ferrin. If he had to guess, he assumed the other man was Vius, the foul wizard’s apprentice.
Broderick remembered his encounter with that one well. He rubbed his jaw subconsciously just thinking about the painful blow he had sustained at
