Amulet of Souls (The Sentinels of Wizgrad Book 1) by Pegs Hampton Page B

that was put on him after being sold at the auction was still on his leg. Iris and Zelkith had theirs taken off the moment Efrundle knew who it was.
    “Thorley, once you get us over the sea to Icethorpe, we will take off the ring and set you free,” Efrundle said. “I guess I don't really have much choice anyway,” Thorley said.
    “Rest well tonight, it's a long journey, but we must not forget why we are doing this,” Efrundle said. The next day they packed up tools and food for the voyage.
    “We will have to come back past once we get our guide, we can leave our supplies here for now,” Efrundle said.
    They walked down to Alphaport and collected the leather made clothes for Iris. The leather clothes had a grey fur lining around the edge and thick sheepskin padding inside. She put on the brand new and nicely fitted leather clothing and Iris felt the warmth straight away.
    Iris grinned with excitement as she walked about in her comfy new clothes. Efrundle led them into the back streets which was not a pleasant part of Alphaport at all. The smell was overwhelmingly bad and it was dotted with drunks that would wander from tavern to tavern.
    They went down a small alleyway and Efrundle walked up to a door at the end and tapped three times. A tiny letterbox sized window opened and two small red eyes glared out.
    “What do you want?” said a high-pitched, monotone voice. “I'm here to see your master,” Efrundle said.
    “Go away,” the little voice said and slammed the window shut. Efrundle tapped on the door three more times again, and the window opened once more.
    Efrundle’s eyes began to glow orange like in the cells and the red eyes of the person behind the door also went orange. With a crank the door was unlocked and started to creak open. Efrundle pushed open the door and let himself in. They walked through to the next room inside the little house.
    “I do wish you would stop mind controlling him Efrundle” came a female voice.
    “Well perhaps if he would actually let me in, I might” Efrundle sarcastically replied.
    “So what is it I can help you with?” the lady said. Iris and the others were still stood around the corner out of view.
    “I'm here to redeem that favour you owe me.”
    “Oh dear...”
    “Morton was banished as a traitor to Icethorpe, he cast a spell to keep himself alive but we must save him before it’s too late. I and some others have planned an expedition and we need you to take us to the dragons lair” Efrundle explained.
    “What others?” she asked.
    Iris put her head around the corner to try and see who the woman was. In the corner of the room, sat on a ragged old chair, was a middle-aged lady with snowy white hair.
    “Come in, no need to be out there,” the lady said nicely. Iris walked in and stood beside Efrundle.
    “My, you sure do look similar,” the lady said. “This is Iris, my sister” Efrundle said introducing her.
    “Your… Sister?!” the lady asked in shock.
    “Yes, this is the true heir to the legion.”
    “Is there others?” the lady said.
    Seth walked in first, the lady already knew him. Thorley then stood through and Efrundle explained that he was their sailor and guide for the sea.
    “And there is one other,” Efrundle said, but no one appeared. Zelkith stood outside, he did not want to come through.
    Iris walked through outside and looked at Zelkith. “What is the problem?” Iris asked. Zelkith just shook his head. “You'll have to move sooner or later” Iris tried to convince him. He reluctantly got up, Iris walked up ahead first.
    The young lady shot out of her seat the moment Zelkith put his head around the door.
    “But....You’re....” the lady said shocked.
    “Hello Loona,” Zelkith said.
    “You know her?” Iris questioned.
    “Why aren't you dead?” the lady said in anger.
    “Excuse me?!” Iris said surprised.
    “Why on earth are you with these people, it's her isn't it?!” Loona looked at Iris with daggers in her