Fort Marrok | Portable

The figure tilted its head. Rain ran off its hat in silver curtains.

"I'm not a soldier," Elara said.

"The door at the bottom of the well isn't an exit," it said. "It's an invitation. Fort Marrok was never built to keep enemies out, Elara. It was built to keep something in." fort marrok

"Ready for what?" Elara asked, her hand drifting to the knife at her belt. The figure tilted its head

The figure smiled. At least, the porcelain face seemed to crack in a way that might have been a smile. fort marrok

She peered over the edge.