She had always been a strong person, and this show of weakness hurt her. She genuinely felt scared for her life, and this was foremost in her mind. Relb had begun to chatter incessantly to everyone. He constantly asked Corg if Keldoran was alive. He constantly turned to Yvanna and asked if she was all right. It was as if the sounds of his own voice comforted him. Corg knew his companions were scared out of their wits and coping in the only way they could: Relb with his voice, Yvanna with her head bowed. As for himself, he had witnessed battles and come close to losing his own life before. He smiled grimly. Perhaps he was getting used to it, for he felt no fear. Ah, now they were getting somewhere! Steps descended downwards, and Corg took them two strides at a time, dextrously balancing Keldoran on his shoulders as he made haste. Yvanna and Relb rushed to keep up with him, as the feeling of urgency started to overwhelm them. They reached the bottom of the steps, and entered a large chamber.
