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Kezoor lies dead, but Paido warns you not to approach the body. ‘I’ve heard tell that these priests of evil can awaken after death to avenge themselves. Stand back and I’ll make sure this one never returns to haunt us.’
Paido raises his sword and severs Kezoor’s head with one swift stroke. Both eyelids spring open revealing eyes burning red with hatred, but the fire quickly dies and the eyes turn a misty grey.
‘There, it is done,’ says Paido, wiping his sword on the sleeve of his tunic. He steps back and looks around. ‘Where is Trost?’
You cast your eyes to the place where he fell and see a fire-blackened body covered with the remains of incinerated spiders. ‘There he is,’ you say sadly. Paido takes a blanket from his Backpack and drapes it over the corpse before reciting the words of the Knurla—a Vakeros prayer for those who have fallen in battle.
