The Boulder Crab - Part 9

"What do I do, Ingolsol?" Oliver asked.

The Fragment within him sighed, Oliver could almost hear him drumming his fingers on a desk, as he contemplated his next move. "First, make me a promise to do something devious. Something to do with that Gargon whelp – I think our aims align there, no? Make him squeal for me, and I might be willing to tell you."

"Damn it, fine. Hurry up, or I'm going to be trying something of my own here," Oliver said, looking over his shoulder to see the crab charging through the last patch of trees.