Before eating, Irenya found Brynne and told him she had seen his father. He thanked her. She thought him less reserved than Gedric and far nicer than Brianne.
Perhaps it’s Jaros and Lindil’s influence.
Perhaps it’s Jaros and Lindil’s influence.Sitting on an upturned crate in a small barn, Irenya ate her food, flatbread filled with cold meat, cheese, and pickled vegetables. Elaaron had refused to take over the farmhouse. The farmer and his wife had three small children and a baby of ten days. Elaaron commandeered a corner near the barn door; he wanted Irenya to wake him as soon as she returned. As dusk descended, she prepared to fleetwalk once more.
‘What in Meia’s name are you doing?’ Elaaron was standing at her elbow, his mouth open in astonishment.
‘Blackening my face and hands,’ she
