Digging…

Radley takes his time; the Green Man is beside him for all of it. Whether the others followed or not the pair squeezed through the underwater hole with little trouble. They searched through the darkness, stabbing handholds in the slippery rock. At first it was dark – no problem for an undead – then Radkey sparked an arcane light.

It was little more than a small hole. Curled up and hugging himself, the King regards them both with mild interest. Sir Absalom is curled up against the wall, eyes closed, his pallid skin a deathly sign. His body shudders for just an instant, dried red blood on his clothes but he was still – the smell in the room got worse.

“My traitorous Knight deserves this burial, I wondered why you wanted to share our grave.” King Corvina’s voice was tired.
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