The woods were cool, the green of the leaves just starting to turn in some places. I watched them as we passed, the limbs seeming to reach toward Fynn as we moved.
"Who's Lord Fynn?" I asked after a couple of hours of silence.
"What?" Fynn asked, pretending like he hadn't heard me. I could feel the way his back straightened though, and I knew that he knew what I was referencing.
"The bandits the other day. They were saying something about bringing an end to Lord Fynn. Kind of weird that you guys have the same name. Is Fynn a common name around here?" I tried to sound casual.
Fynn shushed me. "Keep your voice down," he ordered. "Yes, it's a common name. Fynn is just the prince of one of the courts here. Did you never take a politics lesson in school?"
"All my political science classes
