Chapter Thirty-Four“I hear congratulations are in order, Master,” Sen said as Mizar entered his own study. He marked the spot in the medical journal he'd borrowed from the royal library, closed the cover, and stood up.
Sen had spent much of the day tending to the injuries inflicted upon him by Agedor. The swelling in his eye had gone down, and the cuts and bruises on his cheeks and ribcage had also been healed. All that remained was a tingly soreness that seemed to live beneath his skin, and he was confident that would go away by tomorrow.
“Oh?” Mizar said, removing his cloak and hanging it on a metal hook on the wall.
“Word has spread through the castle that you and King Aridor managed to broker an agreement that will protect the Ixtrayu.”
“That is correct. Largo and Torvin have also
