The Dragons Of ArborChapter 12 Stone does not a fortress make
I jumped into the bowels of the fortress, River at my side, and from a dark corner, became momentarily busy jumping smooth little balls of deadly force from their container on Obsidian to their resting places in the dark nooks and crannies of the fortress. It oonly took a few minutes, thanks to my ability to see and feel the open spaces within the rock. We moved to a high place, near the top of one tower, where we could see the walls of the fortress. For the first time we were able to...