The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

"A second story? You…"

I froze.

Hadn’t he sworn he’d give me anything?

Back then, he had told the tale of Mudcash the goblin mage as though it were his people’s last secret, something that was between life and death.

Yet now he speaks of another story, hidden after all this time?

"So from the start—!"

"Wait." Isaac’s voice cut cold across my anger. "He’s under something. A charm. Or a condition. Don’t break it. If you jar him, you may lose the thread. Just hear him out."

"A charm?"

I looked closer. Yes, something was off about his eyes. I’d never seen that look in Zixkisses Boomtong before.

I forced a nod. "Fine. What is Mudcash’s second story?"

The hobgoblin smiled faintly. "In truth, you must go west. To the desert, not the eastern mountains."

"…"

It was the complete opposite, impossible to mistake.

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