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peering at the wooden door.
Rowan sent a spear of his wind aiming for
the lock and splintered it apart. “Looks like it
was already open when we got here,” he said
mildly.
Aelin gave him a wicked grin, and Fenrys
pulled a torch off its bracket in the narrow
stone hallway to illuminate the room beyond.
“Well, now we know why the rest of the
keep is a piece of shit,” Aelin said, surveying
the trove. “He’s kept all the gold and fun
things down here.”
Indeed, his mate’s idea of fun things was
the same as Rowan’s: armor and swords,
spears and ancient maces.
“He couldn’t have distributed this?” Elide
frowned at the racks of swords and daggers.
“It’s all heirlooms,” said Fenrys,
approaching one such rack and studying the
hilt of a sword. “Ancient, but still good.