An angry cry echoed through the valley. The miners cast
uneasy glances towards the open windows. Those men nearest slammed the shutters
closed, muting the sound, but doing little to quell the chorus of shifting
chairs.
“What was that?” I asked Beorg.
“A duergar revenant.”
I furrowed my brow.
“A decapitated duergar is cursed to wander, seeking vengeance.”
“Did someone here kill it?”
Beorg shook his head. “But it remembers only the echoes
of life. It may slay a random man and think it can finally rest, only to be
driven to a new fury when its shameful existence continues.”
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