The sound of stone grinding on stone signalled the puzzle door closing behind them, although they were already far enough up the steep stair that the reduction in light was hardly noticeable. Where in the caves of the svartalfr cult the passages had been lit by a strange blue flame, here the stairwell seemed to have globes filled with glowbugs where one would otherwise expect torches.
Runa smiled with delight. “Well this seems downright friendly.”
“So far,” Jorir grumbled. “Remember who lives here.”
“Compared to where I just was? I might quite enjoy taking a meal with a pair of ravens.”
“Before or after you robbed their loft?” Irding’s voice came from behind them all. He sounded nervous.
“Oh, before of course.” Runa took his flat jibe and ran with it. “If all went well, I might be able to convince them to just give it to me, and then…
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