CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“If I am forced to eat another one of these particularly disgusting cave creatures again, I shall …”
“Peace, Kelron,” interrupted Kelros. “At least in the Tunnel’s darkness, we do not have to look upon them too much. Besides, by looking at you with the light of one’s fire, one could hardly say that your appetite has decreased significantly from this most undesirable fare.”
Kelron looked down into the darkness in the direction of the large lump of flesh, blood, and scales, the like of which having been the sustenance for the two hundred Serpentauri during their residence in the Tunnel. He belched, a ball of flame erupting from between his fangs, his forked tongue flailing wildly about his open mouth. For a moment, the small segment of the Tunnel lit up by the almost blin
