Those screams had been growing steadily louder, as the torture masters of Eld worked their way down the line of new prisoners. A few chimes ago, however, the screams had fallen mysteriously silent.

"Do you think the torture masters have tired themselves out?" Gaelen pondered with black humor.

"More likely, we're next, and they've just gone to sharpen their blades," Tajik said.

Locked up in the room with them, Farel gave a grunting laugh of amusement. "Could be. They've been using them enough."

"You know," Gil announced, "as rescues go, I have to say this one pretty much scorches rultshart turds.

Auteur: C.L. Wilson