Crescent Moon~
Sethlyan Callan
Southern Aleron
“Try again,” said Aengus. “Harder.”
“How can I concentrate with you hanging over my shoulder?” Gaven shooed him. “Go bother Seth.”
They’d been at sniping at each other all morning. Day after day, they hunted clues, tried to coax Gaven’s farsight, and argued about what to do next. If there was aught special about their tracking ability, it was staying better hidden than King Walter.
Meanwhile, a Rhynn army was headed south, armed and armored for battle. Watching his father and brother ride away from Duff Hall, leading Hawks to war under red and black banners, had left Seth itching to be riding with them. That was where he belonged, not hunting the elusive Walter Connor.
Maybe this friend of Murdoch’s found another way to get him to Duff
