What an absolutely horrible day.
It all started well enough. We passed a fairly comfortable night in the open – the unseasonal chill having departed. And we had renewed hope that we might discover Dunfallon and Navril. We had seen some figures in the distance in front of us, but they turned out to be only a couple itinerant merchants. And they soon took another fork towards the southern part of the Faerie Kingdom.
We looked around before taking the approach to the repository and seeing no one else – hurried out of the view of the main thoroughfare.
There were no guards near the hidden entrance. And no one challenged us or answered our calls. All was deathly silence. Rumble knew of a sally port by which he gained entrance and opened the gate.
We were the only beings inside – no Caretaker – no soldiers – no dragons – and no bell, for the Crack of Doom was no longer hung up in its space.
But perhaps worst of all – there was no sign that Noralei or Gibley or their dragons had been there, or had even arrived.