บท 163: A Survivor’s Story

The sun had long set by the time two figures, one short and the other tall and burly, approached the stone fortress at the base of Deadfall Cliffs. A cool mist rolled across the rocky ground, concealing the many pools that dotted the ground outside the fortress.

"Hey, you can't die yet," the shorter man hissed, punching the taller man in the ribs. "You're lucky I know where Little Boss Nalan kept his elixirs or you'd have died for sure. That elixir was expensive, you can't waste it by dying before you tell the Boss what you saw! Now stay close to me and don't get lost."

"Mmm," the large man rumbled, straightening himself up and following closely behind the shorter man as they wound their way through the scattered pools to enter the fortress.