The walls of the slave quarters blurred past us as Fable raced down the hallway. Lava dribbled from cracks in the ceiling or bubbled up from fissures in the floor, hissing beneath Fable's paws. His silver darkened with ash and flecked with small glowing cinders, like stars in the night sky.
Tremors of pain wracked my soul, keeping me bent over his shoulders, whimpering softly. Bursts of hostile auras, accompanied by piercing shrieks, caused me to huddle closer, but Fable trampled any lava elementals in our path with impunity.
As Fable slowed to a trot, I mustered my strength and lifted my head, staring around. The dull black walls of the slave quarters were fractured, the floor buried under chunks of rubble. A gaping hole in the ceiling continued through the next several floors, ending with the red-pained ceiling found only in the servant's quarters.
