The Teacher and The Drow: Goth Drow Unleashed™ Book Eight by Carr Martha & Anderle Michael

Author:Carr, Martha & Anderle, Michael
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2021-05-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“How much do you know about General Hi’et?” the black-and-red magical shouted over the din.

“Not as much as I thought until a few days ago.” Cheyenne shook her head. “But enough to know that you’re following the path she started before she left. Maleshi’s fighting for Earth and Ambar’ogúl from the other side. If anyone still thinks Earth isn’t worth saving after that, you shouldn’t be here.”

Foltr let out a harsh, croaking laugh that made everyone quiet down again.

Cheyenne leaned away from him in her chair and eyed him. “That wasn’t supposed to be funny.”

The raug gurgled out more laughter and wheezed, wiping spittle from the underside of his quivering gray chin. “Maleshi, is it?”

“Yeah. We’ve been on a first-name basis for a while.” With me mostly calling her Mattie, but they don’t need to know that.

“It would seem so.” The old raug chuckled again and pointed at her with a crooked orange-clawed finger. “Forget what these fools think they know about what we’ve been waiting to see, Aranél. You’ve brought a new future to this aged raug at the end of his days.”

“Nah.” Persh’al waved off the comment. “You’ve got at least another thousand years left in you.”

Nu’ek snorted. “By the Veil, I hope not.”

The gathered party broke into unrestrained laughter, this time without the weight of doubt and wary indecision. The raug chuckled with them and closed his eyes.

When the noise died down again, the magicals returned their attention to Cheyenne. Some of them smiled. The rest looked less tense.

If the old raug approves, the rest of them follow. Good to know.

“So, the pieces are in play on both sides.” The troll woman with the chain dangling across her face gestured at Persh’al. “If the Crown is taking the war to Earth, she won’t stop even if he and his daughter make it to the Rahalma.”

“Not if,” Cheyenne added quickly. “When.”

Persh’al shot her a wide-eyed glance, and she shrugged. Yeah, I’ve already committed this far. Might as well go the whole mile.

“Of course.” The troll woman dipped her head with a small, secretive smile. “When you stand at the Rahalma. But how much will that truly change?”

Persh’al scratched his head. “L’zar seems to think that’s the endgame. I have to agree with him.”

“So, he will bring the war back to the blackened heart of Ambar’ogúl,” Foltr muttered. “With a daughter who defied the mysteries of prophecy.”

“Something like that, yeah.”

Cheyenne couldn’t look away from the old raug’s glowing orange eyes. Why do I feel like I’m not getting the whole picture?

“Then we’ll fight.” The black-tusked orc pounded his fist on the table again and nodded. “Right where we are. I’ve been sitting on this fell-damned oath for centuries, and I mean to see it through.”

“Good choice.” Persh’al pointed at him and grinned. “Go through those cases, huh? We have things to wrap up Earthside, but L’zar will be here as soon as he’s finished working out the kinks. Then you’ll know what to do. We still have the territories on our side?”

“Last we heard, Simmara and Teridól still wait for us to send word.

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