The Sorcerer's Bane
“It was the deepest part of the night. The corridors were dimly lit and quiet. Gruum found himself following Nadja down dark, echoing passages. He had considered waiting until morning, but knew the girl would not wait. She would be off on her own, doing as she pleased. Days and untold events would likely pass before she returned with news of some fresh horror. The princess was unfettered. Her father was one of the most dangerous sorcerers in the known world and the King of Hyborea to boot. None dared to chastise her. Gruum felt the urge to act as the girl’s father should, but kept telling himself to leave well enough alone.
They turned down a side stair. Gruum had never been in this corner of the palace before. The stair wound around a crumbling pillar to a level below, a servant’s level that was rank with contained steam and moldering walls.
“Where are we?” Gruum asked.
“Just below the laundry,” she answered in a hushed voice. “Whisper, and the servants will never know we’ve been here.”
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