Tuculcha met the Drow’s eyes, ‘they are crazy to try a scheme like this. They are as good as dead if Venger catches them.’ Her eyes flittered to the backpack in Sterling’s hands, ‘My poor Amar. I hope they do not get him killed with this crazy plan.’
The sorceress mumbled some words in a strange and ancient language. There was a small flash of light on the staircase. “There the traps are removed, but if you fail to deliver Amaronte safely to me upon your return, you’ll paid dearly.”
She stepped aside and watched as the group of adventurers prepared to head upstairs.
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