Thraos couldn't believe his eyes. Worwons was a cold place and anything cold, was a nightmare for him; but this place was not cold. Torches were lit in circles surrounding the whole cavern, with guards patrolling round and round, lighting any fire that was blown out. His tongue flicked out and slithered in amusement.
"You're surprised, right?" Zenesha smiled from his side. "Although, I can't tell that from your face."
Thraos looked at her. "I am," he said. "What is this place?"
Zenesha looked down the slope and the rows and rows of tents that lay ahead. "We call it the cavern of the unbroken," she sounded proud.
