Amazingly, the warrior that had been torn apart was stillalive, writhing in agony on the bloody grass. She unfolded the parchment and cast herhungry eyes down the page. With terrified eyes, Lothar looked beseechinglyat the First Wizard. His eyes were a flat bright blue and his lower lip trembled when he spoke, Have one drink with me, son, you're on your own now.
He slapped the prince hardacross the face. Not to be outdone by the others, the highlanders shouted wildlythrough their clenched teeth as they chased toward the abyss. “Yes,” he answered. ed in this monstrous Redoubt? Stripped of our abilities to use the craft, wewere once among your closest allies.