“Drink,” said Tanthflame, speaking to the unknown entity.
Only silence answered, but Ashétyn pulled a face of disgust. “A waste. Begone. Report to your Master for assignment.”
A new voice arose, whispering something Effrax couldn’t hear. He moved his ear to the squint hole, hoping to catch the words, but couldn’t distinguish them.
The voice faded. Effrax looked again, only to see a shadow streaking across the floor, heading east. It collided with the shadows which clung to the walls and was gone. The mysterious fourth creature had been a shadowbeast.
“Thank you for your time,” Tanthflame said to the necrocrelai. The demons disregarded him—they were locked in a silent staring contest. Ashétyn’s fur was bristling and Shädar looked like a darkening thunderhead.
Tanthflame was wise enough
