It’s a rumbling. No, a growling. And it doesn’t sound like it comes from only one being. My pulse quickens. “Please,” I beg him. “Please let’s just go.” “There’s something down here.” “I know. That’s why we’ll immediately report it to my father. We’re adepts, not magi. We should let those who are more experienced deal with this.” But he only ventures farther into the sewers, the floating orb illuminating his path.
Stupidity
