Chapter Twenty-Five
Duvät Gok
Warmth bathed Duvät Gok’s face as he stepped from the Northern Shelf back to the Eastern Foothills. Almost immediately, sweat began to bead his brow. He shrugged out of his cumbersome fur jacket and cloak as he walked, and a few minutes after entering his tent, the rest of his clothes lay strewn across the bed as well. He opened the eastern quarter up to the breeze and the view. When papers blew from his desk he didn’t race to pick them up. No one would come here. His privacy was complete, especially since Huldar was busy with relocating the Uri’madu – and the other dozen or so meaningless tasks he’d cleverly set.
But several issues clouded his satisfaction, not least the discovery that Andel of Trianog had a beacon charm. He unfolded his grandfather’s map
