Pacing back and forth in the stone halls that Kazmojen once claimed as his own, Zeric knew he was being stubborn, but could not get over the casual way the dandy seemed to be able to get under his skin.
~And everytime I walk away from him, he has won in the eyes of the others...~
Zeric also knew that Raven was tired and while the female had pressed on as strongly as any man could have, there was only so much that either of them could take.
~It is not fair for her to pay the price I agreed upon. Kazmojen's life for mine own I promised Cuthbert. not hers as well.~
Walking towards the vault and library, Zeric braced himself for the snide comments he felt certain he would have sent his way. As the others began looking at him, Zeric cleared his throat and spoke quietly to them all.
"If Raven and I have met no resistance in the hours that we have been apart, there is little else but to accept that Kazmojen's men have fled from this place. High Priestess Urikas tasked us with finding the source of the kidnappings and rescueing who we could, you have all done that and more. It is time for us to return to the light above and move forward from there."
Turning to face the Cudgel, Zeric's weary and bloodshot eyes were clear, and for the first time in many days clear of the rage that seemed to constantly course through him.
"Let us return to the temple Father."