Glittering shards of a broken sword lying on a stone slab, deep in a crypt of the Temple in Rhydin's old Merchant Quarter. A pair of small black onyx roses remained from the hilt ? but nothing else marked where the body once lay.
"Where did you go, old man? I have questions to ask of you," the Serjeant spoke slowly in the cold room. "You let me cut you down, knowing that it wasn't an ending; you used me -- now you owe me some answers."
"Where did you go, old man? I have questions to ask of you," the Serjeant spoke slowly in the cold room. "You let me cut you down, knowing that it wasn't an ending; you used me -- now you owe me some answers."