Tales from the Spice Road

He dared not light a torch, nor waste his strength on any magical method to let his vision cut through the utter blackness until he was certain it was time to act. Moments crept by with agonizing lethargy as cold sweat began to trickle down his back. Somewhere in the darkness, One Ton sprawled, unconscious or dead. Zendas had seen him go down with a gash on his head spraying blood and maybe bits of bone just before the torch failed. He would have to do this alone.

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