Chapter 4
“Do you have family in Terkila, still?” Tae asked.
Einith grinned widely, though his gaze never left the forest they travelled through. “Yes. My Gran and two sisters and a brother. A gaggle of cousins, nieces, and nephews, too. They are a rowdy bunch.”
A bark of laughed sounded behind them from Lasra, perched in the cart. “Rowdy is most likely understating matters.”
“Well, we are dwarves, Honored One,” Einith shot back over a broad shoulder. The old Archmage’s loud cackle startled the birds on the sprawled branches above the indiscernible path and Einith’s grin brightened into a proper smile. It was a glorious thing, the smile on the dwarf’s face. It softened the stone carved face into smoothness, very like the polished sunstones that matched Einith’s arresting eyes.
“Boiste
