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“This place looks as bad as my expectations,”

Nithel chewed on his lip, imagining the walls closing in on them. Millions of tiny spikes… His arms felt cold for more reasons than the sudden chill. Limadha nahn hna?

Alessio went on, “I think we should take turns carrying the supplies, between the three of us it shouldn’t be too hard.” Nithel’s chest tightened, and he held the bag a bit closer. No, Alessio, I can take it. I don’t know how to fight, but I am strong. It is how I will serve you a-

Brendin put his hands on the bag, and pulled, “I’ll carry it,”

Nithel’s chest tightened, but his fingers loosened, not wanting to challenge him. But he felt guilty.

Alessio was still speaking. Wanting to go deeper into the cold, the tunnel. Hope for what? Unless the path began to head Lift they would just be– Nithel breathed, and remained silent.

As Alessio started to walk, Nithel spoke hesitantly to Brendin’s back, “Thank you.” That you cared to help. “I will not be against carrying it when the time comes.”

Nithel’s head then turned quickly to see the woman behind him. Noy. He felt a greater chill.

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