He crawled back to the stone slab and flopped down on his back, covering his eyes with his skinny, pale hands.“Bene tellemara” Druzil muttered many times as the minutes passed uneventfully. “Would you have them come out and find you?” Rufo did not look up.“The priests are dead,” the imp rasped. “Torn. Will those who come in search of them be caught so unaware?” Rufo moved his arm from in front of his face and looked over at the imp, but did not seem to care.“You think you can beat them,” Druzil reasoned, misunderstanding Rufo’s calmness. “Fool! You think you can beat them all!”Rufo’s response caught the imp oft guard, made Druzil understand that despair, not confidence, was the source of the undead man’s lethargy. “I do not care to try,” Rufo said sincerely.“You can beat them,” the imp quickly improvised, changing his emphasis so that the statement suddenly did not seem so ridiculous. “You can beat them all!”“I am already dead,” Rufo said dryly.
