The time had come to send his Legion on its way.
Vale called out to their backs as they marched up the ramp and out into the dawning day.
"Good luck."
Salome, at the front, giggled.
"Remember I… we don't need luck."
Vale laughed.
"Ah! That's right. In that case, win. Win for yourselves. Win for me. Win for the Dungeon of Lust."
Salome gave Vale a wicked smile, then she turned.
"That's more like it… And in our absence, do the same should the situation arise."
Vale grinned.
"Of course."
Then he, the workers, half of Mias, and Awilix watched as the Legion filed out and began the arduous climb up their side of the wall of the Terracotta Scar.
Vale sighed when the last of them escaped from his sight.
Awilix did too, although her reason was undoubtedly different.
"Ugh. This sucks!"
Vale rolled his eyes with a strained smile.
"Yeah, yeah."
Then, he looked over at the taciturn scholar.
