11
The Missing
Asherley Blackwood received two ravens that morning, and both sent her straight to Joran Rosewood.
She found the old seer tending his indoor garden, in a small corner of the castle grounds she’d bequeathed him after several rounds of begging that was beneath him. It was a silly little hobby, and rightly unnecessary, living amongst the splendorous fauna of Longwood Rush. It seemed almost an affront to what the Guardians had given the Westerlands in plenty, and a poor imitation at that. But Joran was a man of his whimsy as much as his visions, and keeping him happy was of utmost importance to her. Although to deceive her would cost the seer his life, she could never be certain of his fealty—and thereby accuracy in what he conveyed—without first earning it.
She supposed it
