83 The Wailing Mountain

“No, no, no,” Lara began to mutter immediately. “Maybe I should have made sure I found my book in the Temple of Answers after all.” “What do you mean?” Gavadiol, despite the situation, found that statement funny. “What would that achieve?” “At least, I'd have had some heads up if I was fated to die in boiling lava from Mount. Longeryan!” Erom strides up hands akimbo. “Look, we didn't have enough time anyway.” He shrugged. “This changes nothing. We just have to dig in and find, well, whatever it is we are looking for faster.” “Gavadiol, you still haven't opened the box you got from the river of alligators.” Terrilo turned to the prince. “It could give us an idea as to what we're looking for.” “I know, I know,” Gavadiol sighed as all eyes turned to him. “The thing is, I have this feeling that so long as it is concealed, maybe, just maybe Nordveka won't catch wind of what we are up to.” “You think he has some kind of connection to these things?” Konstantin asked. “Well, it's supp