Once breakfast was over, Tarkyn looked around at his little cohort and sighed. “I suppose I had better have that discussion with the group that chose the encampment. Thunder Storm, could you please ask them to gather over on the other side of the clearing there?”
Once the woodfolk had gathered, Tarkyn stood up, ready to head over to them. Immediately, Danton also rose to his feet.
Tarkyn smiled, “No, Danton. Could you stay here for the moment, please? I need to do this alone.” When the sorcerer remained standing, the prince added, “Danton, you have my permission to be seated.” He looked at the others. “Perhaps you could explain about the oath to Danton while you’re waiting. There is a lot he needs to know.”
The blond headed sorcerer sat down but sent a glowering look around the rest of
