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“The rumblings have stopped,” Kern reported. “Either they successfully destroyed the female guur, or else –”
Pheron smacked the soldier on the back of the head. Hard.
“Think before ye speak, soldier!” he hissed furiously at him. He indicated where the female Nohrin sat, a scant ten feet away. “Lady Sarah is right over there. Speak nothing of this to her, understood?”
“Aye,” Kern lamely responded, rubbing the back of his sore head.
Sarah, in the meantime, had already detected the lack of vibrations in the rock floor. Since it was the one sure way she could tell that her husband was still alive, she had started praying for the trembling to begin anew.
Kern sat up and walked over to Lady Sarah to sit down next to her. Still electing not to say anything, they just sat there in total silence.
The dwarves had approached several times, offering food and drink, but all had refused. If their friends couldn’t get anything to eat or drink, they reasoned, while they were battling those bugs, then neither would they.
A tremor hit just then, which had Sarah scrambling to her feet. She was closely followed by Kern, Rhein, and Pheron.
“Did you feel that? Did you? That’s great!!”
Pheron smiled. The battle continues!
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