“He said the beast can’t be harmed by weapons made by man, but inside Avempartha there is a sword that can kill it.” “So, a man with no hands told you to find us in Colnora and hire us to get a sword for your father from a tower called Avempartha?” Royce asked. The girl nodded. Hadrian looked at his partner. “Don’t tell me… it’s a dwarven tower?” “No…” Royce replied, “it’s elvish.” He turned away with a thoughtful expression.
