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Tynaer watched the city. His black cloak fluttered in the wind. The city was calm and quiet. He liked it that way. Still, he was ready for anything. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. He kept his eyes alert. The last time he’d slipped in his duties, Paedyn had nearly paid for it with his life. Tynaer didn’t plan to let that happen again. This time, the dragomen were secure in the wyvern camp, but he still checked on them every morning and night. Each time he did, he did a head count. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the wyverns, but he didn’t trust the dragomen. If one of them got crafty, and slipped away, he would hold himself liable for any damage.
Unlike most other people, Tynaer enjoyed the winter. When they had stayed in the mountains in Saefron, he’d been comfortable. The m
