They had been moving for hours, Jolthar cutting through clusters of nynthralls with the quiet ease of someone who had long since stopped finding the work challenging. He was conserving his strength, using minimal energy to deal with these low-level creatures. It had been a week since he had come to the depths, but he was nowhere near his goal. Haryntha was also unable to locate the Dukes because of the malice in the depths. She hadn't expected the amount of thick foul energy to penetrate the depths, and it was making her magic unable to probe. It had been many years since she had been to the depths, and a lot had changed during that time, which she hadn't foreseen.
Jolthar didn't say anything about her inability to help him, and he made up for the warm bed she was providing him during their interval rests. She was just like him in these depths, a helpless deity.
