“Enough.” Spoke a voice that he had not heard since just before he had been captured. His stomach contracted, and if he had had any food within, he might have vomited. His entire body went cold with a chill as he realised who was talking. Obrett edged towards the door to hear more clearly.
“It will do you no good. He is too stubborn and filled with blind faith as far as his acolytes are concerned. They will not be found by any means as long as you ask him.” The voice was dry, as dusty as a sandstorm, and carried the weight of authority. It was a voice that had plagued Obrett since his first days as a novice.
“He will give us the key.” Garias maintained.
Obrett searched about his person, finding they key he had discovered long ago in the blackened shell of Belyn's ruined quarters in a hi
