The Great Sahdracq the Nameless

The stone work itself gave way into a large chamber lit only by the embers of torches hanging limply from the walls.
“And this is his pit?” asked Devon, “…of The Great Sahdracq the Nameless? It seems pretty lame to me.” A great wail sounded from the large pit at their feet.

Murion piped up quickly, “Now. Now, you’ve gone and upset him (or her as the case may be) and that, I don’t think is very nice.” Her face slid slowly into an accusing frown.


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