Awakening with the sun the next morning, Danir rubbed his gray eyes, and yawned.
Accompanying consciousness, were the echoes of Gregor's laughter from the prior night's dream.
Clumsily, he opened his bag to find that the sigil was gone.
"That son of a whore!" he cursed as he hastily put on his gear, and mounted Yuri.
"Fool!" he cursed himself for not recognizing the grip that the cave had had on Gregor's mind. "Stupid fool!"
Yuri hadn't been ready at first to run all-out, but he came around as his master spurred him back the way they had come.
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