The Lake on Tsentarrek part 4
i. Ten Thousand Years of Darkness
We spent our first two days in Tsentarrek in the hypnotic grasp of our new albino friend Tothen. By that I don't mean that we were enamored with him, we were, but that he'd lead us to a sort of safe cave, a small arched room, and taught us the ancient language that was still spoken down below.
Our beautiful host, Tothen, was not the only sentient elf being to dwell inside the mountain, and he stressed to us that this was a bad thing. He was a kind of half-caste, a mating between the dominant Nottor race and one of the dwindling slave races that were still kept here. He was reluctant to feed our curious minds much detail, but he implied that a whole world thrived here, ruled by the sickness of 10,000 years before and multiplied by the isolation.
Tothen's hypnotic psychic gift was far more potent than that of the
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