“The Stone Deal demands a heavy price. Are you sure you’re willing to pay it?” The old duegar asked the young woman before him.
She nodded slightly, determination overflowing from her coal-colored eyes.
The ancient duergar sorcerer stood up slowly from the stone chair he had been seated on. He trudged towards the supplicant, footsteps sounding like granite on the rock floor. The young duegar noticed his beard wasn’t swaying. It was still as stone.
When the sorcerer stood before her, he removed the heavy gloves covering his hands and clasped her forearm. His grasp was rough like unfinished stone.