(GILBERT'S POV)
"Kar'zath," Vera said, and she was already turning, already bored with us. "They're yours."
Kar'zath looked down at the pit. He looked at the ten of us crouched down there, and he smiled — and that smile made my hackles rise until my spine ached.
"All of them?" he said, and his voice was very low and very slow.
"All of them except those two." Vera did not even glance at Henry and Lisa. "Those two are barely alive. Don't add them in your games; their bodies wouldn't be able to take anything rough. Keep all the prisoners alive. Lord Nowi has work for them yet, and a bargaining chip is worth nothing once it's rancid." She turned her back to us, and her hair swung like she was leaving a party. "I have a private audience with the god of shadows. Do not disappoint me while I'm gone."
"Never, my lady," Kar'zath said, and he bowed, and Vera walked into the red nothing and was gone.
The moment she disappeared, the whole pit seemed to breathe.
