But maybe one Elven Prince and his distressed aide shouldn't have gone down there for the sake of their apparently fragile hearts?
Maybe.
However, the damage had already been done, and Rahil, for one, was now operating purely on survival instinct.
Survival from what, one might ask?
Well, from being quietly and efficiently eliminated by his own master.
Because Rahil could not, for the life of him, stop his body from shaking at the sheer audacity of the man's impossible luck.
Snorting was not an option. Not now. Not ever. In fact, snorting would likely be the final nail in his coffin, the kind that would definitely seal shut before anyone even realized he had gone missing.
