And that they had then attacked because they’d heard their conversation and guessed what was going on. But hope, in the Nameless World, was a pernicious poison, no matter how much it was coveted.
“Let’s throw the bodies down,” Hadjar decided. “They’re heavy enough in their armor to sink to the bottom.”
“The important thing is to make sure that they block nothing, otherwise the whole plan...” Helmer did not finish that sentence. There was no need to.
It was clear that if the corpses clogged up the sewers when they dumped them in the water, sooner or later, the blockage would show itself and then even the most confused of the gods would be able to put it all together and turn the sewer into a death trap soon after.
“Come on, you grab them by the arms, I’ll grab them by the legs,” Helmer
