Ravenna. She needed to speak to her. Ravenna was the only one who shared her suspicions of Valen, even if Ravenna’s was more akin to jealousy.
If she could pull the priestess from her maudlin brooding, Ravenna might know exactly what to do.
Jesse knelt by the fire, which now roared high in the hearth, flames l*****g hungrily at the darkened stone. At first, gazing across the dead grass of the plain surrounding Termonglen, he’d worried he might have to venture to The Forest of All and take what wasn’t his, to keep them warm for the night, but then he’d come across the logs and kindling near the barn. He wondered where they’d come from; who had left them. He supposed if they were wise they’d ventured down into either the Westerlands or Easterlands for their firewood. Perhaps they were even
