Erawan’s tower—that’s where he’d begin.
And if the Valg king was there ... he’d figure
it out. Whether he might repay Erawan for all
he’d done, regardless of Kaltain’s warning.
His breathing ragged, Dorian reached the
bottom of the winding steps, curling his long
tail around him as he peered to the dim
hallway ahead.
From here, he’d need to cross the entire
level, take another staircase up, another hall,
and then, if he was lucky, Erawan’s tower
would be there.
Manon had never gained access to it. Never
known what waited up there. Only that it was
guarded by Valg at all hours. A good enough
place to begin his hunt.
His ears twitched. No approaching steps.
No cats, mercifully.
Dorian turned the corner, his grayish brown
fur blending into the rock, and scuttled along
lily
(lily)
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