As Cersed cam near them, the man protecting him grabbed Gorthroth's wrist as if to drag him away from the bloodied man. But as their skin touched, Aldor's legs went limp and he fell down beside the boy. Gorthroth watched with amusement as Cersed's expression turned from fright to rage, and the Wight snarled before tracking a course for another dwarf.
His cover exposed, Gorthroth rose and in a swirl of black and green mist, transformed from boy to Wight. He sent huge waves of chill and fear throughout the cave and snarled a cold, piercing snarl. He bent down to the man and taking the breastplate threw it away. It ripped open the tunic underneath to reveal his bare chest and placed his hand slowly down, over the man's heart. As his hand touched skin, he watched as the bloody rushed from every other part of the body. The man began to convulse as Gorthroth feasted.
But suddenly, the Wight stopped. He realised that he still did not know for sure what the enemies were here for, perhaps a prisoner would be useful. He had feasted well, and the man was near death, but he was not gone yet. Gorthroth picked him up and quickly sped from the cavern and out to one of the side passages from where he had emerged. He laid the man down before turning and re-entering the cave. There was other food awaiting...
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