He calls my name at night, when the others are quiet. I serve him. I bring him sacrifices. Only then does he cease calling, for a time. But never for long. They are easy to convince, greed drives them. "Come with me, to Vahtacen," I whisper. "Treasure lies there, for the bold to take. A king's treasure, riches of the ancient Ayleids." By twos, threes, more, they follow me down to the lake and into the catacombs. To Vahtacen, to Vahtacen. But only I return. Come with me, to Vahtacen.