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matter? Can t we just go?
The door swung free to the knight s touch. Well, let s take care of that guard, and see
whatever other poor bastards the chemmen have brought down here.
How are your eyes, Thalon? Der asked quietly.
The boy held up his hands. He looked up with orbs that were just as gray as the rest of
theirs. They re fine. Everything s a little clearer now. Different, but not weird. He cocked his
head. Are yours alright, Der?
She nodded. Uh, yeah.
Jakkobb peered down the corridor. No guard caught his sight. He turned back. Alright. I
will find that guard. Fienan, you re with me. He tossed the keys. Der, Kelin, Thalon, go find
the other prisoners, and if they re useful, let them out.
If they re useful? Kelin repeated.
If they re friendly, if they could help us, or if you can pat them on the back and send
them out as a distraction to cover our escape. Useful. Now go! He pointed, and then, he and
Fienan vanished like ghosts down the hall.
The hall was very plain and entirely gray dull, lackluster, patternless gray. Der
frowned, finding it was certainly difficult to fear a gray, clean hallway. She had always imagined
on those brief moments when they d made up stories about the chemmen that they lived in
dark palaces full of bloody skeletons and such. Certainly not well organized and well swept
buildings. This was boring. She honestly tried because she knew the chemmen, but it was
hard to be afraid of boring.
She glanced down the hallway, the other barred door seemed to come out of a mirage.
She looked back, their cell door already appeared a long way off. As they approached, she
began to wonder who was locked away down there. They may have been enemies of the
chemmen, but that didn t mean they could be friends to them at all. Perhaps they were spies
that failed the chemmen, or just beasts that had to be contained.
Thalon gripped the back of her leg. He looked up. At least here, his eyes were gray like
everyone else s and that would avoid an awkward explanation. He tried to grin. You go first.
Kelin nodded. Yeah, Der, you go first.
Thalon whispered, It might be something like those calvar.
Der shivered and stopped walking. She pushed the keys closer into her leg. You know,
I d feel a lot safer if we had a sword. She swallowed and stepped forward. Her gaze slipped
through the bars and she sighed with relief. She looked over her shoulder. Dwarves.
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She offered a small smile and waved. Good day, I think.
Three dwarves clustered together on the floor. Only a few square inches of face were
visible amongst the thick beards and hair. They were bloodied like fallen warriors, with stout
arms and legs, sitting in squalor on the floor. Their hair and magnificent beards were matted
and frazzled. One of them opened one eye. Are ye& And then he just stared.
Der scrambled to find the correct key and cursed as every key so far fit, but didn t turn.
Kelin and Thalon inched up behind her.
A dwarf pushed himself to his knees, and then to his feet. He tottered forward. When he
reached the bars, he squinted and leaned forward. Then, the dwarf reached into his pocket
and pulled out and put on a pair of very thick spectacles. Der and Kelin blinked and exchanged
a confused glance.
The dwarf apparently still had enough energy to be surprised. Humans? he said in
Common. He took a turn staring at each of them. Finally, he asked, Are ye a rescue party?
He removed his spectacles, buffed them on his torn sleeve and put them back on. Two
teenagers and a little boy remained in his field of vision.
Der smiled as a key finally clicked. Well, I suppose we are now. We, uh, we just
escaped from down the hall. She heaved the door open.
The dwarf turned and spoke quickly to the others in a language the rescuers certainly
didn t comprehend. He turned back. Truly? How were ye captured and brought to this cursed
place?
Der grinned as cheerfully as she dared. Oh, we were caught trying to raid Darkreign.
How about you? Behind her, Kelin covered his eyes with his hand.
None of the dwarves moved toward the door.
Is something wrong? Der asked, standing to attention.
The dwarf shook his head, his mighty beard swaying. Aside from being in Darkreign
itself, prisoners of the accursed chemmen and being rescued by mad children, no? His voice
ended in a question.
Der grinned. Oh, we have a plan. Er, don t exactly have a plan to escape since we
didn t know what to expect in Darkreign, but we ll figure it out.
Behind him, one of the other dwarves muttered something that sounded like gravel
being kicked around. The speaker nodded and looked to Der. He wants to know if you re daft.
Yes, Kelin said firmly. However, our plan now is to get the hell out of here with our
hides intact. You re welcome to come. He shot a furtive glance at his best friend. Please [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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matter? Can t we just go?
The door swung free to the knight s touch. Well, let s take care of that guard, and see
whatever other poor bastards the chemmen have brought down here.
How are your eyes, Thalon? Der asked quietly.
The boy held up his hands. He looked up with orbs that were just as gray as the rest of
theirs. They re fine. Everything s a little clearer now. Different, but not weird. He cocked his
head. Are yours alright, Der?
She nodded. Uh, yeah.
Jakkobb peered down the corridor. No guard caught his sight. He turned back. Alright. I
will find that guard. Fienan, you re with me. He tossed the keys. Der, Kelin, Thalon, go find
the other prisoners, and if they re useful, let them out.
If they re useful? Kelin repeated.
If they re friendly, if they could help us, or if you can pat them on the back and send
them out as a distraction to cover our escape. Useful. Now go! He pointed, and then, he and
Fienan vanished like ghosts down the hall.
The hall was very plain and entirely gray dull, lackluster, patternless gray. Der
frowned, finding it was certainly difficult to fear a gray, clean hallway. She had always imagined
on those brief moments when they d made up stories about the chemmen that they lived in
dark palaces full of bloody skeletons and such. Certainly not well organized and well swept
buildings. This was boring. She honestly tried because she knew the chemmen, but it was
hard to be afraid of boring.
She glanced down the hallway, the other barred door seemed to come out of a mirage.
She looked back, their cell door already appeared a long way off. As they approached, she
began to wonder who was locked away down there. They may have been enemies of the
chemmen, but that didn t mean they could be friends to them at all. Perhaps they were spies
that failed the chemmen, or just beasts that had to be contained.
Thalon gripped the back of her leg. He looked up. At least here, his eyes were gray like
everyone else s and that would avoid an awkward explanation. He tried to grin. You go first.
Kelin nodded. Yeah, Der, you go first.
Thalon whispered, It might be something like those calvar.
Der shivered and stopped walking. She pushed the keys closer into her leg. You know,
I d feel a lot safer if we had a sword. She swallowed and stepped forward. Her gaze slipped
through the bars and she sighed with relief. She looked over her shoulder. Dwarves.
All Things Impossible Crown of the Realm Dalton 201
She offered a small smile and waved. Good day, I think.
Three dwarves clustered together on the floor. Only a few square inches of face were
visible amongst the thick beards and hair. They were bloodied like fallen warriors, with stout
arms and legs, sitting in squalor on the floor. Their hair and magnificent beards were matted
and frazzled. One of them opened one eye. Are ye& And then he just stared.
Der scrambled to find the correct key and cursed as every key so far fit, but didn t turn.
Kelin and Thalon inched up behind her.
A dwarf pushed himself to his knees, and then to his feet. He tottered forward. When he
reached the bars, he squinted and leaned forward. Then, the dwarf reached into his pocket
and pulled out and put on a pair of very thick spectacles. Der and Kelin blinked and exchanged
a confused glance.
The dwarf apparently still had enough energy to be surprised. Humans? he said in
Common. He took a turn staring at each of them. Finally, he asked, Are ye a rescue party?
He removed his spectacles, buffed them on his torn sleeve and put them back on. Two
teenagers and a little boy remained in his field of vision.
Der smiled as a key finally clicked. Well, I suppose we are now. We, uh, we just
escaped from down the hall. She heaved the door open.
The dwarf turned and spoke quickly to the others in a language the rescuers certainly
didn t comprehend. He turned back. Truly? How were ye captured and brought to this cursed
place?
Der grinned as cheerfully as she dared. Oh, we were caught trying to raid Darkreign.
How about you? Behind her, Kelin covered his eyes with his hand.
None of the dwarves moved toward the door.
Is something wrong? Der asked, standing to attention.
The dwarf shook his head, his mighty beard swaying. Aside from being in Darkreign
itself, prisoners of the accursed chemmen and being rescued by mad children, no? His voice
ended in a question.
Der grinned. Oh, we have a plan. Er, don t exactly have a plan to escape since we
didn t know what to expect in Darkreign, but we ll figure it out.
Behind him, one of the other dwarves muttered something that sounded like gravel
being kicked around. The speaker nodded and looked to Der. He wants to know if you re daft.
Yes, Kelin said firmly. However, our plan now is to get the hell out of here with our
hides intact. You re welcome to come. He shot a furtive glance at his best friend. Please [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]