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The Dwarf King realized a heartbeat late who had stepped through the torn air, and nerves chased the iron from his voice.
“Ah. It has been a long time,” Grombir said, bowing more quickly than dignity advised.
“It has,” the Tower Master replied, the sockets of his skull glinting with thin amusement. “For a moment I feared you had forgotten me, and that would have been wounding.”
“There is no world in which I would forget you,” Grombir answered, and although he was the strongest of the dwarves, a smith blessed as a Hero by his god, he could not keep a note of fluster from creeping in.
In front of the Tower Master, very few kept their composure. This was the being who had been famous across the continent before Grombir had taken his first breath, the master of every mage, a monster born not of a species but of the continent itself.
He cleared his throat to break the mood. “Then, about what you said. Are you telling us the Necrobix Ketal fought was a clone?”
Ketal had already voiced doubt that he had truly defeated Necrobix. The Tower Master had called that doubt sensible. The Dwarf King could only interpret that as meaning a copy had been cut down.
“No,” the Tower Master said at once. “It was the original. I will explain, and you may listen as well if you wish.”
He flicked two...
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