Paul still found it hard to believe he had made it out alive.
It was hours later, well into the night and Aldwick had managed to teleport them both outside a small market town, where he and Paul found a hotel and booked a room for the night. Aldwick immediately, after using so much magic, jumped into bed and fell asleep. He was still snoring deeply. Paul, on the other hand, was wide awake. How could he sleep, with all the recent, horrible memories still stuck in his mind? Skeletons, rising out of the churning river, nightmarish figures, driven to turn him and Aldwick into one of them. The images would probably haunt him for a very long time.
He sat on the bed, staring at the now faintly glowing crystal, which was still warm in his hands. It was truly a marvel. Whoever had cut it had a remarkably steady hand. The edges were so fine they were almost sharp. How much was it worth? Paul wasn't very good at guessing, but he knew for definite that what he was holding was probably worth more t