“Exactly,” said Jynn. “All you need is a perceived threat sitting atop something of great value, and the guild will send in the heroes to wipe out the enemy and loot everything worth a copper from the corpses. Why not send in a false offering? They’ll get it all back with interest.” And finally, Gorm knew the truth, and saw what had been gnawing at him. His stomach felt like lead. “Get to the horses,” he gasped. “What?” “Now!” roared Gorm. “We need to get to Bloodroot!”
