At some point after Lord Ulfr ordered him imprisoned, between his irregular meals and while he ran beginner exercises to keep his body spry, the noise of the key in the lock surprised him. For once, he had not heard the old crone’s cackling first. This was most irregular.
Kaldr sat down and leaned against the wall to observe his new visitor.
Even the dim light from the hall was now enough to make Kaldr squint: he peered at the newcomer, but all he could make out was the silhouette of a man.
“Has the Thing finally been assembled?” His voice came out like a croak.
A familiar voice tsked. “What have they done to you?”
“It must really be rough if you can’t even recognize your own Mate.”
Kaldr offered a wan smirk. “More that I can barely see you right now. It seems I’m to be kept…
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