Rogue Camp.
Early Morning.
The camp was already alive with murmurs when Kael and Lyra emerged from his tent, fully clothed and packed for travel. A few rogues stood with curious expressions while others wore concern like heavy cloaks. The sky overhead was grey, streaked with the promise of snow. The winds that howled across the camp carried more than cold, they carried unease.
Rekkan was still absent. He and Coren had left days earlier in search of answers, and Kael had been careful not to let the camp grow too restless without both of them present.
Tyron approached, concern lining his young face. "You’re really leaving now? Without Rekkan?"
Kael nodded. "I have to. My mother could be in danger. I won’t be gone long. You and Seren will manage things while I'm gone."
Seren, who had be
