Silence.
The answer to Corsair’s question did not arrive. Lady Riskar looked over at Ralwyndr, who met her gaze from his desk.
“Perhaps it is best if you explain, Ralwyndr.”
“Of course, midamle.”
midamleRalwyndr stood and picked up his chair by the backrest, carrying it down the aisle and placing it between the beds. Lady Riskar shifted to the left to still partake in the conversation but observed in silence. Corsair regarded both with confusion.
“Is something wrong?”
“Not with you, my friend,” Ralwyndr said. “It is something you will not have heard of before in your life. Tell me – you know of the Origins of Vos Draemar, yes?”
Mr Klement’s ongoing babble echoed through his head, a voice that he had never imagined he would miss.
“It was one of the first pieces of written history.”
