Raphael Earhart
We, bound in chains and heavily guarded, were led through the dark alleys of the city—past beggars huddled around fires, children trying to stay warm, and other grim reminders of Gattir's underbelly.
After ten minutes, we stopped in front of a dead end, where a massive door stood embedded in the wall, guarded by city watchmen.
— Lord Greyforge, an honor to welcome you, — one of the guards bowed.
— Yeah, yeah. Open up. Less than ten minutes till it starts.
Saluting him, the guards gave us a cursory glance before unlocking the heavy door.
I was led in first. As I stepped through the doorway, my shoulder brushed against the frame, causing me to stumble slightly, but I quickly regained my footing, subtly twitching my right-hand finger.
— Hey, watch it! — one of the guards snarled, glaring at me.
