Jaron rode in silence. Dak was beside him. They had settled their account and left Haeven before the first light of dawn. Jaron didn’t want to overstay their welcome.
“Well, there goes the last time we will enjoy a night at an inn,” Dak sighed as they rode.
“Probably,” Jaron agreed, with no trace of irony.
“So, where are we going?”
“We are traveling to the manor of Archduke Lyall.”
“Who is he?”
“He is the King’s younger brother.”
“And what can we expect from him?”
“A meal and lodging…with a little luck.”
“Luck, huh?”
Jaron raised his arm as Ivy returned from her scouting flight. The dragon settled on its perch and chirped.
Good. They are not following.
“Jaron, exactly why would the king’s younger brother put us up for the night?” Dak’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “W
