SEVENTEEN: SUSPICION
“Good old Arcana. I knew he’d come through for us,” Seraph heard one of the new recruits say as she hung back, watching the crowd disperse.
“I know. He certainly hasn’t lost his touch,” another agreed, laughing. “I haven’t seen him this charged up since our last days on the White Plains. I tell you, once a leader, always a leader.”
“A true hero till the last,” said a young woman, possibly inspired to take up arms alongside the men thanks to Tara’s example.
“Are you signing up, dear? They need all the help they can get,” Seraph’s mother, Rhea, asked her husband. Larten looked tired. The wear of putting in so many extra hours labouring lately had etched fatigue on his face.
Despite this he proudly said, “Of course, Rhea. I suppose you could help, too. I have no doub
