Chapter FifteenJake stirred, a noise in the darkness bringing him out of his fitful slumber. “Wake up, lad,” a hoarse voice commanded. “Time to clean up before you meet your new master.”
“Where am I?” Jake croaked, his throat devoid of moisture. He'd lost count of the days he'd been on the ship, sleeping fitfully on the rough planks as it stopped at unknown ports to offload and take on cargo.
“The Grey halls of Kenn,” the figure above him stated flatly.
Jake sat up gingerly, seeing the captain of the Tilburg. “Who's Kenn?”
“What?” Kurt replied, his brow creasing.
“Kenn. Who's Kenn?”
“Kenn is a place. Your new home. For now.”
“Right,” Jake replied warily, watching as the rocky cavern seemed to press down on top of them.
Kurt bent down, removing the shackles that had kept his prisone
