This wasn’t a village. It was a city.
Zen noticed Morty’s steps were uneven on the rocky ground, but Dante walked as fluidly as if he were back in the wood, and he helped Zen, preventing Zen from tumbling on the unfamiliar terrain.
“This must be like home for you,” Zen noted.
Dante took in a breath as though catching a scent only he could detect. “There’s an energy to the stone, to places like this, that the surface never has. There better not be any cave spiders though.” He glanced around in disdain.
“You better not throw any alchemist’s fire if there are,” Morty teased.
They laughed.
The abode where Khel was being kept was larger than Zen’s, maybe Shar’s main hut for healing, given the herbs hanging about and stuck in jars and bottles everywhere when they entered.
“There’s my savi
