Sanctuary~
Seth Callan
Eyton Hall, Aleron
“A soldier far wiser than me said it best, though his cycle is long past. In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.”
Seth led the ragtag caravan of refugees up Falkender Road. As they neared the gates of Eyton Hall, a faster company came riding at them from the north. Seth tensed for another fight until he recognized the red-and-gold chequy. He counted ten men. That few and deep inside Aleron, Camrans weren’t here for trouble. He waved Captain Dael on and waited to hear the latest word from Lothor.
An older man led the approaching company. He had the long face and sinewy build of men of the Camran chieftain lines. Not Lothor, but a kinsman.
“Rhi’Aleron,” the Camran acknowledged. Above his black beard, furrows etched a weathered face,
