Lasra became lighter with every step closer to their goal. Well, in Tae’s opinion, anyway. He grumbled less and joked more, the bitter edge to every word fading as the days carried on. A quiet night after an even calmer day, Tae’s curiosity finally got the best of him.
“Elder,” Tae called the old mage’s attention to him as soon as Einith started dinner. Lasra left the ponies to their evening meal and wandered over to their fire. Once Lasra was seated, Tae dove right into his question. “How did you and your mate come to this state of separation?”
“I suppose it’s time you knew.” Lasra sighed. “Five hundred years gone, the battle mage Casias stole Mazom from me and spirited him away.”
Tae’s mouth popped open. So long ago! Had Lasra been searching for his dwarf all this time?
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