110 Sober Reflections

Gavadiol watched as his men yelled in support and went ahead to execute the deed. He did not feel pity for the poor fellow truly. One less sorcerer, or would-be sorcerer to deal with. The fellow must have known he was signing his death warrant though when he accepted such a mission. Anyway, he had other things to worry about. Like how he was going to extract Lara from the clutches of this demon. Go alone to the secret room in the Temple of answers. It was a masterstroke of a decision from Nordveka. Because the truth was, even if he did not go alone, who among his men would be able to access the temple, much less the secret room at the end. “What are you going to do, Gavadiol?” His father asked him. “You can't possibly go alone to this temple of a place. We need to deal with this decisively.” “It's a magical temple father.” He sighed. “There would be no use for my men. Besides, he could kill her indeed if I don't do as he says.” “I don't like this.” The old man frowned. “We can't