Chapter Twenty-FiveGarth was awakened by the roar of a warbeast. Startled, he sprang to his feet and hurried to the door of the shop. There he paused, waiting, the Sword of Bheleu in his hand.
The roar was not repeated; instead, he heard an unfamiliar voice calling his name.
“Garth! Garth of Ordunin! We would speak with you!”
Puzzled, and without opening the door, he bellowed back, “Who are you?”
“I am Uyrim, a priest of Aghad; I have been sent to seek a truce!”
Garth considered that. His immediate suspicion was that it was some kind of trick, an attempt to lure him into a trap, but after further thought he decided that the offer might be genuine. After all, although he had suffered at the hands of the cultists, losing his chief wife and his best human friend, they had suffered worse
