She kept Calun in the saddle ahead of her. Though he seemed sufficiently cowed, letting her guard down for even a moment could get her killed. Even if one could not kill a davenger, if one killed the person controlling it the demon would run off. Davengers were stupid like that. All Calun would need was a few seconds to slip a knife into Jyllith's ribs. Knoll Point stood at the base of a small mountain of gray rock, and that mountain hung over the town like a hammer waiting to drop. The mountain might have been beautiful, once, but quarrying had gutted it from the inside out. Many people — slaves owned by the Mynt, if Calun told her true — had carved the mountain up like a corpse, extracting valuable rock and minerals for their Mynt masters. Mynt work crews had come to Talos a few times before it burned, when Jyllith was still little. Those they “hired” had little choice but to go, and few were ever seen again.
