Snuffing the Fireknight - Page 4
His nearing presence made Marghya giddy. Our studies complete, she called us together, "it is time." She donned a hood and fled into the night. Darjyl and Rhentos slept. I tried, but visions of fiery torment stained my mind.
When Marghya returned her wicked grin called our attention. "It is done." She retreated quickly to her study, saying only, "tomorrow," before closing herself off and leaving us with naught to do but wait.