Danir sat, resting his bruised body as the sun went down, his displeasure with Gregor filled his head.
He took the sigil from his pack, and examined it
How could something so small, cause so much trouble?
It was as though Gregor changed after only seeing it; so determined to get to the bottom of that cave, even protecting a sigil was worthless to him.
The
cave, and Gregor, were far behind him, and he had to ensure that the
sigil was placed back into the hands of the High Priest of the Temple;
he needed to get some sleep.
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