Within the magic fireplace, the flames crackled and popped.
The fire elves hugged each other tightly, shivering with cold, an unseen force pressing them hard against the place where wood met flame and turned to ash.
"Tuck!"
A voice neither loud nor soft, like a stone tossed into the silent, dark surface of a lake, broke the quiet stillness of the darkness.
Tuck looked over and saw the bishop enshrouded in shadow, the Shadow Walker Lucien Eugene.
"Garya must have suffered quite a bit at your hands."
"Garya is your student?" Tuck tilted his head and asked.
Garya, the Shadow Walker who had ambushed Tuck to take his place as Taniru and then escaped.
"Yes!"
"Then he should thank me that the floor I was on wasn't high, otherwise... that day would have been the last time he ever saw you," Tuck said with a smile.
"Heh... You indeed have some tricks up your sleeve, I admit that," Lucien Eugene responded lightly.
