------------- Tales of the Silver Gryphon – Og-grek’en

“Ve doan ‘ave all day, rogue.”

The alarms had been blaring through the place for a good ten minutes already. From what they’d encountered so far, it was hard to imagine there were any more guards. Most of the Shadar’kai were dead, or so they hoped, and the Shadow Agents they’d encountered so far had fallen or fled. Serenity readjusted her scanner.

“That’s it. The power source I’ve been reading is definitely behind that door.”

Shari sighed and snarled over her shoulder, “If you two don’t mind, I’m trying to concentrate here.”

Emma frowned at the impatient Drow, and looked back through the glare of Nova’s light to see to Shari’s progress.

“What is it?”

“Another Psionic Glyph, but one that’s giving even me fits. No, wait,… yeah, that’s it. It’s a Glyph of Death. No problem, I’ll have this Erased in a flash.”

Emma turned her attention back to Opal.

“Are you alright? You seem a little on edge.”

“Vhat? Me on edge? Nonsense. Vhy vould six dragons, fifty Shadar’kai, and a dozen Shadow Agents cause me to be ‘on edge’?”

“We’re almost through here.”

“Dah, boot vhat of zhese Lord Rekslar? Another Gray Dragon? You tell me ve ‘ave to spare ‘is life and I may slit your throat.”

Emma frowned again.

“Enough, Opal. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were part of the old Mellikan Regime.”

Opal sneered, and then sighed, “My apologies, Emma. I am, perhaps, anxious to get zhis overvit.”

Shari snickered and almost shouted, “Hey. Got it. So who’s opening the door?”

Through her mental contact, Emma called out for Tia, “Tia, dear. Where are you? We’re ready to go. Enough scouting the rear already.”

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