“Traitor!” said the enemy
“I act for the good of our people!” retorted the other.
“You should feel ashamed!” said the Black Guard soldier.
“You should feel even more ashamed!” said Radash.
The tulvaren soldier was struck on the side, then on the arm. He staggered and dropped his sword. Enervated, he resigned himself to his opponent’s blade, which pierced his chest. “This is to make tulvarkind a better people,” he said before he died.
They had won. Now for the most delicate part of all: opening the cage and freeing the elf that they would lead to Grimhill.
“What do we do with the mage?”
“Tie him up, gag him, and blindfold him. He comes with us,” he ordered. “Take him away while I’m talking to the young woman; he doesn’t have to hear anything.”
Radash pulled down the cloth, and at th
