Overhead, forward, and to either side, his escort of thirty sorcerers ranged outward, ready to react at the slightest sign of treachery.So far it was all going according to plan. But if the roles were reversed he knew what he would do at this moment, promises to the contrary be damned.As he swung down the side of the mountain, he felt tension knotting within him at the sight of the dozen wall crystals mounted along the upper battlements of his cousin's fortress. As agreed, they were not manned. But still, the gunners could merely be hidden.With every sense straining, Sarnak probed for the first indicators of threat, but all was as it should be.His lead sorcerers, following the example of the first guide, swung in over the battlements and alighted on the landing platform."All clear, my lord," a voice whispered through the comm link.Sarnak looked over at the second guide sorcerer who had been flying alongside him. The path to Tor's ancient fortress was known for its difficult approach. A range of mountains nearly thirty thousand feet tall had to first be cleared; and atop those peaks were battle platforms, positioned to fire on any would-be attacker.
