Chapter 29
Damarian March
Ruarnon: the Zaldeaan Realm, Six Days From Tarlah
“Sire, I don’t mean to be rude, but your young companions...”
Ruarnon’s brows furrowed at Companion Armar gripping his reins so hard his knuckles were white as he eyed Troy chatting happily to Michael.
“What about them?” Ruarnon asked.
“When they speak, you and your countrymen hear Timbalen, but I hear Migryan. What sorcery is this? Where did they come from?”
“Outside the Timbalen Empire,” Ruarnon replied. “That much I understand. They didn’t have this ability with language in their homeland. They believe they acquired it on their journey, which involved travel through a magic castle.”
Armar gaped. Ruarnon found that part hard to believe, too.
“They are not Elite Guard? Or sorcerers?”
Ruarnon shook their
