Divine Journey

- Better than in the morning.

- If only I knew when that morning was, - Hostor smirked and turned his attention back to Lucius.
If I cut myself with this knife and then bandage it with something from these rags... I doubt I'll survive even a week. I need to be smarter. If Morgan is dead, it can't get any worse for him.
Looking around, Redram approached one of the dead jailers, took off his cloak, which he put on himself (noting with annoyance that it was too small), and then cut off the dead man's hand.
Oh yes, a brilliant plan.
The mage lifted the aristocrat's head and held the severed hand to his face so that blood dripped into his mouth.
- I've always wanted to do this...