His heart cringed at the thought that Gregor had escaped, and had already used the sigil on the golem in the cave.
"If he has," he said aloud. "Then, I'll have to kill him and the golem!"
There was no savoring the idea of killing a man who'd, up until recently, had been his best friend, but the sigil could not be allowed to be used in such a manner.
Tracks began appearing, and he didn't know whether to rejoice, or bemoan his luck.
Gregor, he thought. Please do not prove yourself as stupid as I fear you have been.