Bortcosh leaned into the crutches that he had used since a child to compensate for the leg that was stunted at the knee, and moved along beside him, the only noise that any of them made for a while being the tap of wood on stone. “We exist, my friend. That is what we do. Perhaps an answer will present itself if we just look in the right place.”
“I wish I shared your optimism,” Gregoriades replied, defeated by the great walls of stone around him.
A door slammed. “I thought that I would find you two moping around somewhere.” A high-pitched voice assaulted the silence. Teresita, the final member of the surviving trio was definitely not going to become overwhelmed by the circumstances, and had been trying to take what advantage the situation provided. She was a severe-looking woman with her
