Waves of power leaked from the chest like heat from an opened oven. Varg saw the pale gleam of the bone sword, a sheaf of rolled parchments, and other things as well. He grimaced and looked away. “What is wrong?” Skalk asked him. Frowned. “Can you feel this?” “You cannot?” Varg muttered. “Hhmmm,” Skalk murmured, a glitter in his eyes.
