Her eyes burned the color of hot coals as she nodded back at him. The two of them headed towards the tunnel the goblins had used.
Stephan trotted along after them. “I really don’t think you need me along on this trip,” he observed, frustrated by his inability to match the kind of sheer power that the dwarf and his wife had exerted.
“You’re the best healer in the group,” Fleurette reminded him without looking back. “We may be taking on an army.”
Stephan frowned. “I bet Daeve can heal himself in the doubtful case that he gets hurt.”
“Yeah, but I can’t heal Fleurette. You know that,” the dwarf retorted. “Now come along! We don’t got time to waste.”
They arrived at the northeastern corner of the cavern and saw the tunnel entrance. Daeve placed his hands on the familiar tool marks his daug
