CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Matty’s words didn’t bring me any comfort. Indeed, they slightly depressed me.
Tegan set a hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze before he turned his focus to our hostess. “Can you tell us how to get through the woods?”
Matty looked him up and down. “Why? What’s wrong with those wings of yours, dragon?”
He smiled. “They’re a little worn from our travels.”
Our hostess shrugged before she nodded at one of the front windows. “You saw that other path with your keen eyes, dragon?”
“The one leading west?” he guessed.
“Just the one. Take that and it’ll lead you to the High Road as it skirts Brunnen to the north.” As she mentioned the capital, she curled her lips back in a sneer. “If you want to go into that den of decadent rot then there’s a sewer pipe lead
