Tijl reappears in the crafting room, his hands shaking and his face white. “I.. I saw myself. I touched myself!”
“Hee, hee!” Gluckmock cawed. “I touch myself all the time!”
Gronk steps forward towards the Door and swings it open. “Gronk want fire elf! Where is fire elf?”
Aryxhai lets out a sigh and sits down in front of his jar. “This is pretty messed up, guys. Morsyana creating an alliance with demons. Also, she should be 1056 years old by now. That’s bad news, I’m telling you!”. Tijl and Glückmock pull the body of the mind flayer away from the doorstep, while … Read moreThe Door of Destinies
