CHAPTER 16
Conal
In the hour before dawn, three dragons led the dwarven army through the doors into what appeared to be a vast empty room carved out of the mountain. Glow stones lining the center of the ceiling gave dim light to the enormous room. At the far end was another set of doors made of stone.
“Where are we?” Conal asked, expecting to be immediately in the streets and heading to the west gate.
“We are halfway between the west gate and the citadel,” Derryth replied, purposely slowing her pace so the dwarves could keep up.
“What is this place?”
“It is a secret place, a refuge when Havengarde was still Dragon-home. We knew even then that man would not let us live in peace.” Derryth stopped and glanced around the empty space. “I remember coming here when Havengarde was falling. T
