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"You mean thee Sandwich?" Luxa asked in astonishment.

"Well yeah. Why don't we go ask?" Gregor replied.

Gregor and the group slowly walked over to the old man hunched over writing on the wall with a rock. It seemed as if he was writing a prophecy. Mareth touched the old man's shoulder, which made the man jump. The man jumped up and pointed at Mareth.

"Who are you?" the man asked, his finger still pointed at Mareth.

"I be the one called Mareth. Who are you?" Mareth asked.

"Uhm..I-I don't recall," the man said, very confused.

"Could it be Sandwich?" Gregor asked.

The man's face lit up, "Yes! Yes that is my name! How do you know?" he asked.

"Well down here you are famous," Gregor replied.

"Am I in the Underland?" Sandwich asked.

"Yes, you are in the Firelands in the Underland," Mareth told.

"Firelands? What the hell am I doing here?" Sandwich asked.

"That we aren't for certain, you could help us maybe?" Mareth said.

"In what way?" Sandwich replied.

"Tell us where you have come from. How did you end up here?" Mareth asked.

"Well, first thing I know is I saw a whole bunch of rats….or gnawers right? I ran from them, but I am sure they got a taste of my scent. I ended up here, unsure of where to go…I found this rock…and started etching into the wall…." Sandwich answered.

"Who be the pup who hangs by your cloak?" Howard asked.

"Oh this, I'm not sure. I haven't caught his name," Sandwich replied. "I picked him up, found him in the ash. I fed him some bugs I found…they were small. I also gave him water, but it wasn't pure."

The pup came out from behind Sandwich's leg. "My name is Silksharp," the pup squeaked.

"Ripred's pup?" Mareth asked.

"Yeah, that's Ripred's pups name, the one who died in the flood, that must be him, but he came back," Gregor said.

"Ripred, that be your father's name?" Mareth asked the pup.

"Yeah..." Silksharp muttered.

Mareth shook his head. Ripred had gone off looking for his pup, but if he had stayed with the group he would have been able to find him. Where was Ripred? Was he okay? Gregor hoped that the other rats hadn't gotten to him.

"Find your father we will after we rest. Come with us, back to the camp," Mareth instructed.

Silksharp latched onto the hand of which ever person was closest, which was Gregor's. Gregor looked down at the pup, and it looked back at him, its big eyes reaching into his heart just like the Bane had. But this pup was a bit older than the Bane, you could have a subtle conversation with it.

Sandwich shuffled behind the group, muttering to himself. Mareth walked into the tunnel where the bats sat. Ares shifted his head up to the sound of Sandwich falling on his face in the ash. Howard helped Sandwich onto his feet and helped him sit against the wall and let him have a long drink from a water sack.

"Who is this?" Ares asked Gregor, motioning the Sandwich and Silksharp.

"This is Silksharp, Ripred's pup. And that is Sandwich," Gregor replied.

"Sandwich? I didn't think he could come back," Ares said.

"Well he must be important. Maybe another prophecy is waiting," Gregor said.

"What are we to do now, Mareth?" Howard asked.

"We eat and rest, when we awake we will find Ripred," Mareth replied.

Gregor helped make sandwiches for the group. He still wasn't used to Henry and he wouldn't go near him to give him the sandwich, so he had Boots do it. Boots walked over to Henry and held out the sandwich, Henry looked up and laughed.

"Are you too much of a coward to come near me, Gregor?" Henry boasted.

"No, just thought she wanted to feed the groups pet," Gregor shot back.

"Well hand me the food," Henry grumbled.

"What do you say?" Boots asked as she raised the sandwich in the air.

"Give it now or when I get out of my restraints I will kill you. How's that?" Henry laughed.

Gregor took his sword out of its sheath and pointed it towards Henry. His Rager sensations were starting up, his muscle tensed and he wished so bad that Boots wasn't there so he could cut Henry's head off.

"You haven't the guts," Henry chuckled.

"Oh, don't I?" Gregor said as he pressed the blade tip on Henry's Adams apple.

Henry swallowed and raised his eyebrows. "Try it. How will it feel to kill a man of royalty?" he asked.

"It wouldn't feel any different than killing a gnawer," Gregor growled.

"Oh, haha, when you are so close to the betrayer, and what about that pup you found, could you kill them? Why don't you, then I will be afraid," Henry scowled.

Gregor swallowed hard, "Not in front of the kids."

"Oh, so you would kill them?" Henry said.

"No, their life is worth something, unlike yours," Gregor hissed.

"Gregor, calm down. Henry, silence yourself," Mareth ordered in a stern voice.

Gregor sheathed his sword and walked over to Ares. "What a jerk," Gregor said.

"I know, we should just rid of him now," Ares replied.

Gregor nodded. But Henry was vital at the moment; if the group got into trouble they could easily use him as bait or a decoy. Gregor decided to try to leave him alone for the rest of the trip, or at least until they found Ripred, then the old rat could take care of Henry.

After Gregor finished his sandwich he curled up next to Ares, Temp, and Boots. Sandwich had to be watched over so he wouldn't find his way out of the tunnel. Sometimes he wasn't very lucid. Gregor fell asleep in his big, comfortable heap. He didn't have a single dream that time, not a bad one, nor a good one.

When he woke he heard voices coming from the far end of the tunnel. Everyone had fallen asleep, seemed as if the watching over Sandwich plan hadn't worked very well. Gregor got up, making sure he was quiet, he didn't want to wake anyone or interrupt the people who were talking. Gregor crept over to the end of the tunnel. Someone had a torch in their hand and a sword in the other. In front of them was a large gnawer.

Gregor reached for his sword, but it was gone. He kept to the wall. He saw the rats eyes dart towards him. He forgot how well they could see in the dark, the person holding the torch obviously couldn't see without it. Gregor was a good four feet from the person with the sword. His jaw dropped, what he saw was unbelievable. Why wasn't he attacking?

What he saw was Henry with a jewel studded sword, poking into Ripred's throat.