Bricks pounded down all around me as I ran through the quaking tunnel, with the girl whose name I didn’t know draped over my shoulder, my necklace back around my neck, and the dragon’s artifact under my arm. Had Xervan survived falling into the middle of those dark elves with half the ceiling tumbling onto him? I had no idea.
I passed all the intersections I’d run through on the way in without encountering anything but dead dark elves. No, make that unconscious dark elves. One groaned when I stepped on his arm as I ran past.
Xervan hadn’t come to kill anyone, it seemed. Except those two dark elves who’d been about to kill me. I owed him one now, and I hated that. If he made it out of that rockfall in the chamber, I hoped he wouldn’t mention it, but I was sure he would. While calling me v
