Chapter 66

Kyle sat in the silent dimness of the cave, his breathing the only sound against the heavy stone walls. He held a large stone mixing bowl with both hands, his knuckles white from the grip. Spread out before him was the physical cost of ten hours in the Burrow's End dungeon. His cloak, once a reliable shroud, was battered and nearly destroyed, hanging by threads in several places. His bracers were no better, scratched up and punctured with distinct bite holes from the badger-like Gloomfang Gryx...