Chapter 87: Marching on…

Telets looked at the axe with the dagger stuck inside of it. He looked at the black tar thing which coated it.

This was The Feather. Guild Master Thor had it just for a couple of days, but Telets had heard as the man had swung the axe at night with the passion of someone who would never, ever, give it up.

Telets gulped. There they were, before the dungeon, and The Feather already urged them forward.

"Pick it up," Pala told him. Telets blinked. Why was she whispering? He looked at the mage, only to see that her eye shadow was running down her cheeks.

"Pala?" Telets asked. Surely, Brandon had given Guild Master Thor something better? Something that was worthier of a Guild Master?

"Pick it up, Telets! Pick it up and let's go!" She ran past him, into the dungeon. There was a barrier around her, but Telets held no illusions that she meant to carve them a safe path.