The Thief suddenly felt a powerful shift within - this must be the power from the Dark Woe receding now that the Black King's godlight is separated completely from his shell. His grip loosed from the spear and his eyes farted from the three bodies on the ground - then the ten still standing. They don't know yet. Run. He darted with the spear towards the sloping mouth leading down into the interior of the peak. His mind for some reason filtered out the dragonletta situated like a rock in the shadows that didn't move till he rammed into her front leg. He waited. Nothing happened. "Lilith! Does he...?" shouted Edin the sorcerer. Lilith responded, "Not anymore. Timely, since I'm hungry." "NO, we owe him a debt to keep him alive. But, he did kill a paladin at the city inn he owes to return that spear back to us!" "FINE, YES!" the Thief burst out, "I don't want to keep thinking about my body being crushed to death, PLEASE!"
