The Raven~
Lothor Camran
Rock Larnoch, Camran
Ruadmoon, 4401
Lothor pushed aside the last of the ledger drudgery and motioned for his cousin to show in the visitors. It was late afternoon, and he wanted to get out on the water to cast a few nets before dinner.
Lamar held the door as the red-bearded Pelican entered the library, his sandals shuffling like wheat husks against the oak floor. He guided a young girl in before him. She was a dark-haired child of ten, maybe twelve years. He didn’t need to ask where she’d come from. She had the look.
“She showed up in Chatham. The pastor sent for me,” said Danyl.
“Child,” he acknowledged the wide-eyed girl. “I offer you the sanctuary of the Haven.”
“Your Grace recognizes her origins.”
“Unusual to let her go at this age.” Lothor took the ch
