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Ask anyone on the surface to describe Arethil’s Underrealm, and they would likely relate to you a claustrophobic tale of twisting tunnels and cramped squeezes, barely large enough for a man to fit through and dangerously close to collapse. They would be correct, for the Underrealm stretched like...

Jared couldn’t see anything through the black sack that had been shoved over his head hours ago. It was quiet now, but before then there had been muffled voices and strange chittering voices yelling. He knelt on the ground with his hands bound behind his back. The floor was wet, he could feel it...