Chapter Twenty-FiveWith Vaxi supporting him, Mizar shuffled down the ramp of the Talon. At the bottom, a squadron of armed men awaited.
His heart lightened as he moved his gaze over every one of the soldiers' faces. Though he didn't remember all their names, they were familiar to him, having served in King Aridor's army with distinction for many years. “Well, this is a surprise,” he said as his feet touched soil.
“Not as big as this one.” A diminutive man in a dirty white smock and a threadbare coat pushed through two grizzled soldiers. “On this terrible, wondrous night that has provided the answers to a lifetime of unanswered questions, this is the last thing I expected.”
“You know me, Sevrin. I do love to make an entrance.” Mizar chuckled, then his brow furrowed. “Expected? You were e
