Iarion sighed and nodded. “I’ll have to leave word for Lodariel. She will come looking for me, you know.”
“Is she the red-haired woman you had with you last time?” Khamud asked.
“Yes,” Iarion said. “But she looks different now. Her hair is still mostly red, but has gold in it, and her skin is golden too.”
Khamud gave him a strange look, but didn’t comment, to Barlo’s relief. Lodariel’s transformation from Shadow Elf to Light Elf would take too long to explain.
“Write your message, and if she comes here, I will make sure she gets it,” Khamud said.
“Does that mean you’ll accept our help?” Barlo asked.
Khamud snorted. “I would be foolish to do otherwise, although I will not get my hopes up. Still, you have my thanks. I will go arrange for traveling supplies.” He knocked on the hidden do
