FearGrillick led me to a set of dark, oversized doors with a large, red bird engulfed in flame etched on the surface. It didn't look very inviting. I paused, fearing what might wait on the other side.
He noticed my apprehension. “Vanth can be…quirky…but effective. You will go in a mouse and come out a lion.”
“I'm not here to become a lion,” I mumbled.
I looked down at him and he looked up at me, matching my gaze. Suddenly he began scratching at his beard as if something was irritating him. He stopped and pulled out a metal bolt and tossed it aside with a look of disdain. “Strange,” he muttered. “That must have been left over from the Mitochondria Capacitance Meter. Useless thing blew up in the lab.” He conducted one final sweep of his beard. “That appears to be it.” He tossed me a smile
