Omar had just bitten into fresh roasted hare when he heard noise in the woods that was decidedly not animal.
He ignored it, hoping he was wrong. He had a strong suspicion that his uninvited visitor was not a bandit, but someone far more headstrong and dangerous.
The noise came again several minutes later, followed almost immediately by what sounded like someone desperately trying to smother a sneeze.
He was almost impressed it had taken three whole weeks for her to catch up. Setting his dinner aside, Omar fixed a second plate and called out in Cormian, "You may as well come out, Lady Astira. If you make me come find you, I won't be sharing my supper."
Colorful swearing came from a dense copse of bushes at the far end of the clearing, then she pushed through the foliage and strode towar
