“Before you inherited your uncle"s estates?” She saw him nod. “A simpler time it must"ve been.”
He grunted. “You?”
“Six weeks, two months,” she replied, southwest Scrollhaven having somehow been too far for her to detour, even for a visit. “The whole town pitched in to send me to the Crypt of Scrolls. "Become a Magux and do us proud," they all told me. Little did I know.”
“Or any of us,” the Baron said.
Ari nodded, saw him suppress a yawn, and realized he probably hadn"t slept, wondering that she had been able to catch even a wink. Her rest, despite Bere"s attention, hadn"t been very restful.
A twig cracked to the left.
There stood Columba, rubbing his face. He joined them, silently knelt at the spent hearth, his anxiety plain.
Like her, he didn"t look rested.
“Didn"t sleep much ei
