by Malice
The Lady Janae strode purposefully down the passageway to the chamber, until she stood at the doorway to the cell. The sorceress’ icy gray eyes pierced the blackness and through the iron bars she could see the man, lying on his side, not moving. From somewhere distant the disembodied moans of agony from the dungeon’s inhabitants echoed through the maze of tunnels and permeating darkness beneath Asmir Castle.
Her eyes narrowed.
There were secrets about this dead man, secrets she intended to know.
