Change“Jon Galat, stodgy and stuck up as ever!” A laugh, full and deep, bellowed through the stones of the manor.
I knew that voice. I looked out the window, and there Delsaran was, his red hair flecked with grey. He strode up to Jon, who stood on the path to greet him.
Since our conversation, Jon had spent his time in his study, planning. And that morning he had dismissed all his staff and left us alone in his manor. Then, a few minutes ago, he told me to wait in his study, and he would join me shortly.
Even so, I had not expected this.
“Thank you for coming,” Jon said. He gave a little bow.
Delsaran sauntered up to him. His short limbs swung wildly, and his body, thick with muscle and an exuberance for good food, swayed. “You must be pretty hard up to beg me for help.” Delsaran laug
