"What a joy it is to see the sun." Astarion took a deep breath, the fresh scent of plants filling his nostrils and finally drowning out the various stenches from the swamp.
"I'm afraid this is not the time to be waxing poetic about the sun," Ethemon said, staring at the tightly sealed gate of The Grove. The Tieflings who should have been patrolling up there were nowhere to be seen, and he had a strong feeling that the situation inside was far from good. "I'm afraid something has happened in there."
Ethemon cast a spell to summon the little green snake so he could ask about the situation inside, only to find that the familiar magical fluctuation was coming from close by. "What's going on?"
Chapter 26