“Denya sent warriors after me, to catch me. I took an arrow to the gut, but I evaded them. I have travelled here to tell of her disloyalty. And I arrive, to hear of an even greater treachery, to hear of the Drome invasion and of the warrior Ashya’s treason with Head Trader Rivya. It is too much.”
Marshya coughed up blood. V took the cup from Lizya and helped the warrior to drink a few sips. Marshya stood a little straighter and looked V in the eyes, “Once the Thornes take Fertilian, they mean to conquer Peqkya and put Denya on the throne. Fertilian is hostile. It can no longer be counted on as an ally.”
The warrior’s knees gave way and she drooped against Lizya.
“I’ve told my message to the Melokai… it is time for me to die,” Marshya slurred.
“Medics,” V shouted as she slapped Marshya’s cheek to keep the warrior conscious, but it was too late.