Chapter 132 - Cowardly Leech

The air in the room had gone still, save for the faint crackling of Von's torch, which he had placed against the wall beside him. Its dim orange glow danced on the cold stone and cast long, crooked shadows behind the two figures seated against the far wall. Von sat with his back to the stones, legs stretched out, one hand resting near his club, and the other on his knee. His chest rose and fell, slower now, as the urgency of moments before began to settle into something heavier—something wearier.