Chapter 21

Patrick Miller's bar was a pocket of strange normalcy carved into the damp earth. Elara sat on a rough-hewn stool, lifting a heavy ceramic mug to the barkeeper and smiling wide. "This is delicious!" she proclaimed, the sharp, refreshing bite of the ale cutting through the stale cave air. "Where did you get this stuff?" Ethan Reed leaned against the counter beside her, his authoritative posture slightly relaxed. "He brews it himself. No idea how he manages to do that down here. He's good...