Our triumphant return to Karnas had been stifled by silence. The throne room of the Eye-Tyrant was, of course, opulent. But there were no luxuries for us there. Immediately, we were set upon by the loathsome Beholder with questions about our trek into the den of demons upon his behalf.
I allowed the others to answer most of his questions about our findings, standing as far in the background, and the shadows, as I could manage. Normally I’d be much more personable, of course. But this thing we found ourselves before was not something I felt personable towards, nor his stable of undead servants either.
I was glad to see Erima pleased with her soldiers holding up well. And the prisoners we’d rescued were treated well.
But somehow, I wasn’t sure that our dance with demons had truly ended as I awaited to hear about the next mission I was sure the Beholder had up his sleeve for us.