“Six?” the dwarf said. “Can’t be. One Ig’Morruthen is enough. If she has six, that’s practically the start of the new age. She’d be unstoppable.” “She already is,” the hooded figure said, drawing back into himself. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat as they looked toward me for reassurance, but I wouldn’t, couldn’t, give them that. I couldn’t tell them of her.
