Chapter 13, Part 2 – Of Lore and Lineage

by Silent Draco The Elf-Master beckoned them along a path made of finely cut and fitted rock, pocked in places by slag and spark, smoothed and healed in others. They stopped in an antechamber, one looming over the Elf’s head. The chamber was wrought of stone, in appearance like the walls of Minas Tirith, but...