“Water, please, whomever you are,” came a croak-like whisper from behind the door as he passed it. Garias closed his eyes and reached out with his mind. It was one of the green men, the sole survivor of his massive focus used to attack the forest. The desperation was like an elixir to Garias, who knew the Golem would benefit greatly from this soul. But power did have its uses, and this remaining guildsman was strong to have survived the blast that had shattered so many of his brethren into limp bundles of flesh and bone. “Do what he asks. Give him some… water.” Nodding to one of the guards stationed outside the door, Garias moved on, sure in the knowledge that the man would get water, if not a little beating as well. The room he had been seeking was three cells down. This room was no diffe
