"Did you do what?"
Caelan didn't inquire. The fallen archer moaned with a fractured kneecap. He watched him. Then he viewed the river rock. A few feet away, it lay on the ground like it had fallen from the sky. His gaze alternated between the riverside and me before returning to the stone. It was impossible to calculate.
Now cautious and armed with skinning knives and hatchets, the trappers left their homes. They saw me alone with messed-up hair and frozen skin, Caelan in his Elite costume, and the fallen King's guards.
An older man with gray hair and a thick wolf fur walked forward. He had acute eyes. He called it "Frostvale," knowing Caelan's badge. You brought the King's anger to us. Please explain.
Caelan looked away from the nonexistent stone. As a soldier, he posed as in authorit
