Chapter FiveEnigma
Barlo peered into the darkness, trying to determine what had captured his friend’s attention. All he could make out was a mass of flowing shadows pouring out from the chasm. The sight sent a shiver down his spine and jangled at his memory. Suddenly, he realized why Iarion seemed frozen in place. For once, the dwarf thanked the First Father for his inferior vision. He averted his gaze.
Lodariel was looking back at the human mob chasing them. If she turned around without warning, soon there would be two elves standing motionless and Barlo would be on his own.
“Lodariel,” he said, her name coming out more sharply than he had intended. She turned to meet his gaze. “Keep looking at me. We have company coming from the chasm. Drakhalu. They’re powerful ones too. Iarion’s alr
