Chapter Twenty-Four
Stariquenya
It was impossible to say how much time passed before Iarion regained consciousness. He awoke to find himself and his companions in a cool, dank room somewhere deep underground. He rubbed his eyes, hoping they were deceiving him.
When he opened them again, he noticed Silvaranwyn lying beside him on the stone floor. He sat up with a jolt, stark reality setting in. They were in Saviadro’s dungeon. Lysandir had betrayed them.
“I knew it! I just knew it!” Barlo ranted. “I knew he couldn’t be trusted. But no, I allowed myself to be fooled.” He continued in the same vein, swearing in Dwarvish.
“We were all fooled,” Linwyn said with a rueful expression. “Make sure you pass the blame around before taking it all upon yourself. None of us could have foreseen Lysan
