Malatan entered the Castle. He would deal with that traitor Lorg and the rest after completing the mission. His men had trained for this. The party could not hinder him further, but the rare creature with them that pretended to be a dragon was to have aided him much in this treasure hunt. WHo knows what gem crusted holy relics lay below. Golden ceremonial cups and velvet tapestries...
Sure Yaroslav didn't trust him. Of course Heracula had made some tempting offers as well...He was not sure which he would sell it to, the higher bidder he supposed with an inward chuckle.
He knew the trip into the earth's depths would be trying. He also hoped that he had intimidated those villagers enough that they would cause him little harm after he escaped. He was sure that only a few if any of his men would live. Then again they were the fodder he needed. THe gaunlets he wore were one of the few items able to touch the codex and protect the wearer from the book. One of the reason the pages were made of nice thick bone, malatan supposed. Hard to turn pages with gloves on.
Hopefully he'd not have to deal with the party when he exited the monastary. Worse comes to worse he could always give them the codex he thought with an evil chuckle. Life was looking good. The party even had the fake amulet...or was it the fake amulet...
No!...That TRAITOR!!"Malatan exploded in rage. THe amulet was missing! IT had powers beyond locking the Codex. He had to get it back...the juourney would be almost impossible without it. Only with the amulet would he be able to get through the High Seer's barriers. Only with the amulet would he be protected from the creatures the book had summoned to protect itslef. Only with the amulet could the book be opened. It would be almost useless without the amulet.
Malatan cursed. He would have to get the amulet back....then he would skin that lorgs hide from his quivering body.