442 The Classic Old Dwarvish Bait

Elero's scarred legs lay folded beneath the murky floodwater as she knelt next to Kilot. She held his wrinkled hand, looking as defeated and pathetic as the day she met Doevm, when she was still trapped within her cage-like braces, one of many creations invented by the man she now wept over. "I can't do anything…for him," she muttered to herself, her grip on Kilot's hand tightening.

Doevm and Frey circled the crowd to get a better view of Kilot.