Auberon could not believe he was doing this. Heart pounding, chest heaving, the young Iphuan scrambled through the labyrinthian catacombs. Once a home for Ithoro’s forgotten dead, it was now a hideout for practitioners of illegal magic. Bruises bloomed along his arms and blood stained the knees of his trousers. Auberon swore under his breath he would escape the Necroguild or die trying. The winding stone corridors were illuminated solely by the lavender glow of the enchanted