CHAPTER 77

Dorian didn’t know what he had expected
from a Valg king’s chamber, but the four-
poster bed of carved black wood, the
washstand and desk, would have been low on
his list of guesses.
Nothing extraordinary. No trove of stolen,
ancient weapons or heirlooms, no bubbling
potions or spellbooks, no snarling beasts in
the corner. No additional of Wyrdstone
collars.
A bedroom and nothing more.
He scanned the circular room, even going
so far as to peer down the stairwell. A straight