"There's more I haven't told you about the Sanguivores," Fizzwigg said as their footsteps echoed faintly through the tunnel. His torchlight wavered across the jagged stone walls, shadows bending and stretching. "These tunnels are crawling with them. Entire nests. Dozens… hundreds… maybe more."
Yennefer's voice cut through the dark from the rear. "How many is more?"
Fizzwigg hesitated, his tone grim. "A thousand. Perhaps more than that."
Yennefer stopped in her tracks, her voice rising, sharp with disbelief. "A thousand? Did you just fucking say a thousand?"
"Yeah, a thousand," Fizzwigg admitted, then quickly added, "but relax, my lady. These creatures don't attack blindly. They strike in swarms only when there's a large gathering of prey. That's one of the reasons neither the Orcs nor the Elves have ever dared to launch a full-scale invasion of Magodilin. March an army down here, and they'd be torn apart by Sanguivores long before reaching us."
