“Take what is yours! Throw down the walls of Arrandocia! Seize the wealth of your enemy in the sacrament of righteous pillage!”Cnidon’s war horse whinnied, and he moved along the line in a trot.“I have offered five hundred drachma to the first man past the wall, but know that in victory, you shall all be rich!”The Decemvir slowed to a stop, turning about once more to face Arrandocia.“You have only so far left to travel to claim your prize. Fortune to the bold.”

“I’ll be at your side, even in Hell.”

“I’ll be at your side, even in Hell.”

“Then they’ll know it’s only as strong as the weakest stone. Let them pray to the Gods. Mathematics require no goats be sacrificed in it’s name.”

“Then they’ll know it’s only as strong as the weakest stone. Let them pray to the Gods. Mathematics require no goats be sacrificed in it’s name.”

“When do I start?”

Her smile is as fake as his.

this corridor is the last stretch of a long, gruelling race