Chang Chang's orb of light flashed in a place of darkness-some sort of large chamber. It seemed, liberally endowed with rough heaps and pillars of blackened stone. In this second flash, they both saw the unmistakable sphere of eye-stalks writhing in pain or rage, quivering in the air low over some sort of beast . . . probably a beastfolk. The guardian. They were shocked to find the guardian in such a place.
Ju Feng walked slowly, the fingertips of one hand just touching the boards in front of them, and looked again at the guardian. The problem was, Skullport was all too apt to be crawling with this sort of thing: the kind of strife Mirt and Durnan would get caught up in ... but had they chosen this particular strife, or found amusement elsewhere? Then their eyes fell on what she'd been searching for- a little ahead of her, along the narrow alley that ran from beneath them to the ruins where the guardian was standing. The heavenstone. Perched on round holder.
