“Hey, Kyle!” Savoureuse waved at him. “How are you? I hope work isn’t stressful.”
“Not as stressful as getting kidn*pped by a lich while you watched,” Kyle replied with heavy sarcasm.
“Yes, but my life was in danger,” Savoureuse said. “I could not help.”
Yeah, right. Why was he friends with her again? For the food, he decided. And maybe the Crests, if she could smuggle one as he asked her to. If only Furibon had left one behind, but he had sent all of those found in the region to Brandon Maure to empowering his soldiers.
His eyes settled on the newcomer. “And who might you be?”
“Remember the woman I told you about?” Savoureuse asked, slightly embarrassed. “This is her.”
“My name is Lucie Lavere, of the Royal University of Gardemagne,” the newcomer said with a formal, professional pos
