Emrys and Fatou le Fay had been practicing their lines in this damn cave for hours. Their first mission: find the stone, swap the swords, get out.
“Stop fussing with the hilt, Fatou.”
“It doesn’t look right.”
“No one’s going to notice. They’re going to be busy laughing at me for saying thee instead of thou.”
A brutal gust of wind snuffed out the candles.
Something growled in the darkness.
“Was that your stomach?” Emrys asked.
Fatou drew her sword. “No.”
The beast pounced on Emrys. The transponder crystal shattered beneath her.
“Shit.”
Getting out just got a lot harder.
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