Talyn caught the healer's assistant by the wrist before she could bolt down the alley.
"We're not here to hurt you," Talyn said quickly. "Wren. That's your name, isn't it."
The young woman froze, wide-eyed, a basket of dried herbs spilling across the dirt at her feet. "How do you know my name."
"We need to talk," Ottilie said, stepping into view, hands raised in a gesture of peace. "Somewhere private."
Wren's eyes darted between them, fear plain despite her attempt at composure. "I don't know either of you. Why would I go anywhere with strangers who just grabbed me in an alley."
"Fair point," Talyn said, releasing her wrist immediately. "My name's Talyn Marrow. This is Ottilie Cray. We came from Dustbridge, and we're not here to hurt you. We're here because your family's history is mo
