They crept down the stone stairs as silently as possible, not daring to announce
their presence to whatever foul minions lurked in the shadows. The faint glow from
Leoric’s enchanted stone did little to illuminate the gathering dark. Jain slowly
notched an arrow, gracefully pulling her bowstring taut as the small silhouette of
Tomble spun his knives behind her. “He is here somewhere,” Avric whispered, “be
prepared.”