Fort Marrok

"Ready for what?" Elara asked, her hand drifting to the knife at her belt.

In the silence, she heard footsteps behind her. fort marrok

"The door at the bottom of the well isn't an exit," it said. "It's an invitation. Fort Marrok was never built to keep enemies out, Elara. It was built to keep something in." "Ready for what

"I'm not a soldier," Elara said.

The figure smiled. At least, the porcelain face seemed to crack in a way that might have been a smile. "Ready for what?" Elara asked