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Snow landed in fat, soft flakes, the peaks obscured by the clouds. Having left instruction with his soldiers, Baltura planned to be absent from his camp for as long as it took to verify the travelers at Doveton were there by happenstance, and not one of the Roanoaks who followed the lone surviving soldier from the battle at the castle.
Draining the medicinal tea from the cup, Baltura checked the positions of his sentries telepathically, then strode purposefully to the seldom used back door. The snow continued to fall, and a small amount had accumulated on the ground. The low clouds would hide his flight. Bracing himself against the pain to come, not from the shift to a dragon form, the altering of his bone and muscles, but because he had yet to heal completely from the tangle with Rav
