Chapter Eighteen
Inside Information
Barlo was humming to himself the next morning when Iarion woke. He seemed unbearably smug about something. At first, Iarion thought the dwarf was still pleased about the way he had manipulated things between the Lost Elves and the Plains People the day before, but the secretive looks Barlo kept shooting in his direction when he thought he wasn’t looking suggested something else. Iarion suppressed a sigh. Whatever it was, he knew better than to ask. He shrugged it off and concentrated on more important matters.
He had spent his walk the night before thinking about his next move—mostly to prevent himself from dwelling on the situation between him and Lodariel. He knew the Plains People and the elves would likely spend at least several days renewing thei
