7 Barin
Barin glances around the gloomy church. Light creeps in through the dirt-caked windows. What can I use? He scans the area. That short communication with Alois may have triggered another alarm somewhere nearby. No more Magick. Goddess, what I wouldn’t give for my sword.
Across from him, he can see a piece of iron running the length of the wall. It might have been used once to hang lanterns and candles to illuminate the services that would have been held here. But Barin sees a new use for it as a makeshift weapon.
Is it worth it to try to get up and risk being seen by someone at the door? If he could get the piece of iron to him, he would at least have something to defend himself with, but is it worth the risk? He rolls onto his hands and knees and sticks his head out. For the m
