Jacob's hand tightened on his sword.
Vess was already moving.
They came through the chamber doorway.
The room was large. Carved from the natural rock. The ceiling was high. Torches in iron brackets on the walls — not goblin torches, something placed with deliberate intent. The floor was flat and cleared of debris.
At the far end was a throne.
Not constructed. Natural. A formation of rock that had been worn by something's repeated presence into a shape that functioned as a seat. It was large. Everything in the room was scaled to something large.
The orc was seated on it.
