Altar of Twilight —in his right hand was the key to the bottomless pit.

Sorry for the wait & short length of this, blehhh.

The man cleared the air in his own way, stating the truth as he knew it. Raimo snickered without meaning to make light of the death of their own kind - but it aligned with what he had said. So I was right in some manner. He liked to be right about things, even such morbid situations. The mirth left him after that though as he feigned interest in a smear of blood, huffing over it, then recoiling.

Friend of yours? The man smelled strongly of Sialuk, which put him among the mountain people; perhaps the blood was from a scout, or some foolish child trying to climb the walls.