‘I’m sorry that it came to this, Torben. I’m sorry that we weren’t able to do something, anything… Where is the justice in this that you should suffer so much in such a short time, whilst the people who built this accursed place lived and prospered long!’
He opened his eyes and wiped them, smearing Torben’s blood across his muzzle. As his vision cleared, the young man came back sharply into focus, and Antauros could see light flickering on his face and being reflected off his pale skin as it grew brighter and brighter. His head snapped around to the vault’s gate, and he saw a group of figures bearing torches and lanterns making their way over the golden floor of treasure towards him. Leading them was a smaller figure, Gwilym.
At first, Antauros’ heart leaped when he saw the dwarf, but hi
