“Idiot!” Wikkell yelled as the ladder swayed. The Blind White chittered something in its own language, a tongue that Wikkell had been required to learn in order to perform his duties for Katamay Rey. “What? What are you babbling about?” The creature repeated its hastily blurted speech, and this time Wikkell was able to make sense of it. The man, the one they sought, had fallen into the trap below the pass’s summit! Wikkell hastened to scramble down the ladder. Success, and so soon! The wizard would be pleased. “Do you have him?” The Blind White assured Wikkell that this was so. Ten of his brothers surrounded the trapped man and would doubtless already be bearing him to one of the lock chambers in the Whites’ main cave. “Good, good!” With that, Wikkell shuffled off after the Blind White to fetch his quarry. Deek heard the tale from a leathery-brown Bloodbat, who swooped down to perch on a stalagmite nearby. Deek did not particularly trust the bats, since they were always willing to switch allegiance to whomever offered the most reward; still, at the moment the monkey-sized bats seemed prone to work for Chuntha… after the generous offer of breeding space.
