Ezra was sitting in a corner of the shelter, a blanket draped over his shoulders. Though his wounds had healed considerably, he still looked tired and pale. When we entered, he looked up, his eyes searching for mine first.
“Did you get it?” he asked, cutting straight to the point.
I nodded, placing the leather pouch on the table in front of him. “We did. But the path won’t be easy. The Witch of Jealousy is in the ruins of Thalios, and according to Rykal, she won’t welcome us with open arms. However, she gave me this.”
Ezra opened the pouch, examining the ancient stones inside. He looked at them with a mix of interest and distrust before turning his gaze back to me.
“This is enough for an audience,” he murmured. “But it doesn’t guarantee we’ll get anything useful from it. Are you sure y
