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Bard
Ragged, brown-tinged Brithnem flags waved like ghosts as Bard got closer to the Main.
He was conscious now, gagged, wrists bound in front of him, but no Sentry. They knew there was no point in blindfolding him. He knew exactly where he was going. They were taking him to Belik. The Kingdom soldier who’d betrayed him walked on his left and a male Tanyu he’d seen before but did not know walked on his right.
What those two didn’t know—hopefully!—was that Jori and Firian were in the palace somewhere too, waiting for their moment. Bard felt the pull to think of them as though it were a physical thing, but he leaned away from that worry, focusing instead on a less incriminating thought. The news that he’d been taken. If Kiria knew, then she would understand how to proceed. She could i
