Makuran stood in a black room, blocked from all but him. In front of him, on a black pedestal, stood a golden orb, glowing with a reddish light. Makuran shivered. He'd been using this room for the entirety of his command, and it still gave him chills.
He took a deep breath. "Master, he is coming."
A deep laugh echoed from the orb. *Indeed, Makuran. I have sensed them. I doubted that Crast's monster would be able to destroy his companions. His loyalty to them is too strong.*
"It destroyed their wizard," Makuran said. "I think that must count for something."
*Yes, and I commend Crast for that,* Xaran's voice rumbled. *That shall certainly make it easier on you. But do not underestimate him.*
Makuran shook his head. "He doesn't know who he is yet. He won't give us that much
