Книга только для ознакомления
. Without a nod
and dragging his foot, Pitrick advanced down the tunnel.
The warrens were a gigantic labyrinth of passageways
and grottoes wherein huge fields of fungus and mold, the
staple foods of the subterranean dwarf, grew in great abun-
dance. The warrens also boasted large pools containing
trout and other cold-water fish. Various sorts of compost
hills were dispersed throughout the area, providing nutri-
ents for the thin soil. Eternally wrapped in darkness, the
warrens were heavy with fetid air, carrying within them a
sense of the power and limitless wealth of the earth, in all its
living forms.
Within moments, Pitrick sighted the helpless prisoner
bound and laying on the cavern floor.
"We caught him breaking into one of your rooms, Excel-
lency," volunteered one of the derro guards.
Pitrick cut him off. "I know that! Are you the duty offi-
cer? If not, summon him here!"
The guard scurried away and around a corner of the tun-
nel. Pitrick nonchalantly eyed the frightened Aghar on the
ground. He circled around the prisoner, whose gaze fol-
lowed him like a bird's
|
