Aldor stared at the creature that had drained his life from him, sitting like a king on a throne. He could have retched.
It was luck that he had run into the dwarf and his companion in the tunnels, and he looked with some pity at the Man that the strange looking female had captured.
Aldor fixed his gaze on the Wight that sat before him. He seemed to be amused by him being here, something strange playing in the deep eyes that gave a sickly glow.
'I am not here for your sport, foul beast. I came to avenge the wrongs against me. Will ye have honour and come to my blade, or will it come to you?'
The Wight roared with laughter, and Aldor gritted his teeth. Once the chambers filled with the echoing cackling, he stopped and spoke...
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