Chapter twenty
FireWhen Pompino the Iarvin set the temple of an evil cult alight, he set it alight in no uncertain fashion.
Sea of flames or no damned sea of flames, we wouldn’t be leaving this place via that route.
Pompino let rip a few fruity curses, and came up and kicked the door nastily. Tilda let out a single small shriek. Then she fainted clean away. She weighed a ton and a half.
We were in a serious predicament. If we were not suffocated to death, we’d be burned to death, and if we somehow managed to bash this door open, there were armed men beyond ready to cut us to death. And yet, despite the gravity of the situation, I continued to find it extraordinarily hard to take this seriously. I kept thinking of what a ludicrous sight we must make. More than one of my comrades would f
