The cave was dank, dark and reeked of fungus and the odor of a hundred different exotic creatures. However, Kyran MacTavish didn’t notice any of it. He knelt before the woman in front of him. Though she was slightly shorter than him, it didn’t detract from his sense of awe in her presence. She was one of the most accomplished masters of slaying exotic animals and monsters in the world. Her name was Kuradal, and he had been apprenticed to her for over ten years. Kyran wore a platemail body he had looted from the body of Guthan the Infested, and a pair of platelegs forged from dragon metal. He held the traditional helm of experienced slayers under his arm against his chest. His brown hair was shorn militarily short, little more than stubble, and his jaw line was clean-shaven. When Kuradal sa