“Power in names,” said Brughar. “They’re weapons or don’t you know?”
“Power’s in me,” said Gaur-van dangerously. “Or don’t you know that?”
Silence, then the sound of Brughar moving away. Hatred shuddered in the air. Gaur-van chuckled quietly.
Val-zajjhak, the red lights gone, struck the floor with his staff and spoke into the darkness. “Let our new brother speak.”
Gaur-van’s companion scuffed forward. Ilissos wondered briefly why every arrival stopped before the sunken area in the floor. Why did no-one approach Val-zajjhak?
“Come you by Sun or Moon? Light they your way in the earth?” Val-zajjhak asked the latest newcomer.
“In... in the strength of the... the, ah, Dark Sun I am here.”
Ilissos felt a wave of fear break against him as he recognised the voice of the speaker: Gizhurthra.
