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“What—is it embedded in the wall?” Chance’s well-defined broere up, and Royce felt a thrill as he cah her jacket, he had the power to make her tremble

“Yes, yes—she is here, right here!” Royce answered excitedly

“Right then …” said Chance, looking about as though seeking a tool

Royce smiled and turned back to the wall She whispered ancient Danu words, and the next thing everyone knew, she held the gold, bejeweled hilt of a short, curved dagger up towards the ceiling “The Peckering,” she said softly and in some awe

Chance went forward, and then, suddenly, shock flooded Royce’s system She bent over as her body writhed in pain “Ahhhh …” she cried and then let out a screaony

She felt herself pulled and twisted and thrown

And then, swoosh Thump And more pain

A hard, earthen floor pressed against her cheek She put her weight onto her forearhtly; it was still clasped in her right hand

She jumped to her feet, bent over her knees a moment, and sucked in air No more pain, only the mental residual effects But where the hell was she?

“Oh no,” the Peckering said sadly

“Oh no? What do you mean, oh no?” she asked as she looked around She wasn’t in the MacBathe dungeon—that was for certain She wasn’t sure where she was, but it was nowhere good

A barren, foggy realh the mist, she could see torches As she leveled her Fae eyes she discovered what appeared to be some kind of fortress

I back to MacBathe

Nothing

She cal, where are we?”