(ΦωΦ) Fat Cat's Roar
What Dorik herself might never have expected was that this supposedly simple investigation would prove far more difficult and take far longer than she had imagined.
In any case, she certainly hadn't expected to return in just two or three days, as she had claimed when she left Neverwinter a few days ago.
Although a troublesome little fellow had intercepted and harassed her for an entire night on the first day, causing a considerable delay, that still couldn't change the fact that this investigation had been anything but smooth.
Wasn't that obvious?
At this very moment, while Thay's Red Wizards and the army of the dead they led had already conquered the Pass Fortress and were slowly pressing toward Neverwinter, she was still in the heart of the Swamp of the Dead, searching through the maze-like passages of an ancient fortress drowned in mud and pools of water.
Dorik had now turned into the sort of fruit fly commonly found in swamps. Buzzing here and there, she carefully searched the Black Dragon's lair.
She had known that Leylon Town had fallen, having witnessed it herself. She also knew that the Red Wizards, the Black Dragon, and the army of the dead summoned from the Swamp of the Dead were heading toward the Pass Fortress and even Neverwinter. The reason she hadn't panicked and rushed back to report the news was naturally because she wanted to investigate this lair while the Black Dragon was away.
She knew that the troops stationed at the Pass Fortress to support her, along with Simon and the others, would certainly send a warning to Neverwinter. Even if she returned now, it wouldn't change anything. Thus, her top priority was to rescue Henke first.
Of course, that was assuming Henke—the man supposedly