Chapter 39: Bablibon
Irwin snuck another look around the edge of the staircase. Columns blocked large portions of the room, but he instantly found what he was searching for. Nearby, close to one of the corridors leading out of the room, a group of figures was trying to hide behind one of the columns.
He pulled back, sneaking up the staircase until he sat next to Daubutim. A dull roar from above showed the fighting was still going on.
"They are hiding near a pillar farther to the right," he whispered.
"The fourth from the staircase?" Daubutim asked.
Irwin blinked in astonishment as he tried to recall. After a second, he shrugged. "I don't recall. I think there were two pillars between them and us."
"Alright, that means we can make a run for the entrance we need to get," Daubutim said.
"They will follow us."
"Yes, I'm counting on it," Daubutim whispered as his eyes glistened with cold certainty. "The corridor will lead to a crossing. We will go to the right and enter the second door on the left."
Irwin just dully stared at him. The other's memory never ceased to amaze him.
"And then?"
"Then we hope they don't find us," Daubutim said. "But just to be sure, we will set up an ambush. Here's what we will do-"
Irwin listened quietly, and when Daubutim was finished, he swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.