Traveler's Rest, underground.
Two Dragonmen sprang out from hidden corners, one to the left and one to the right, but the tall man stood still behind the dust, pressed their heads with a hand, and before they had a chance to react, slammed them forcibly together.
He released his grip, and the bodies of the Dragonmen turned into black fog, sinking into the swirling dust below.
Mazak walked forward without a glance back, as the dust parted on both sides of his sturdy legs, receding behind him. Shadows wrapped around the stiflingly narrow space, where tall, cold stone statues with varying appearances but all armored and with swords resting on the ground stood within the niches along the corridor. Their hollow gazes fixed ahead, seemingly from a time before they were erected.