“What are you doing here?” Delmar said as soon as Alex had left. The ceiling of the map room creaked above him. It was as if something was moving around up there. Suddenly, shrouded by the dim light in the corner of the room, a dark figure dropped down from a small, inconspicuous opening in the ceiling. The figure was tall and lanky. On his back, the hilt of a large sword was held in a leather harness.
Ranger stepped forward from the darkness. “I hope you know what I’m about to tell you,” he breathed in a low, serious tone. Delmar gave an aversive nod. “First, the following conversation never happened.”
“Fine. Just get on with it.”
Nodding his head, Ranger continued to speak. “I’ve been watching that boy ever since he arrived here. I can’t explain it, but lately I’ve been experiencing a
