In the dim, dank dungeon, Noomi leaned up against the wall beneath the room's only window, inhaling the cool, fresh air and listening to the fading sounds of battle outside. At first, there had been loud bellows and trumpeting sounds unlike anything she'd ever heard, along with the sounds of heavy crashing and humans shouting orders.
Then, the sounds of humans shouting slowly faded away after an anguished roar unlike anything she'd ever heard shook the castle. Now, things seemed to be all but over and the only voices she heard shouting were speaking the old Eldritch tongue.
"Shhh, hush," she cooed as she gently rocked Saku in her arms. The blanket Samira had brought for him was the softest, warmest thing she'd been able to give her son since he was born and he'd begun to fuss and struggle to get free of the tight bundle she'd wrapped him in.
