Chapter 4
“Lena!” A beautiful girl with dark skin and a sapphire robe ran toward them from the far side of the tent. “You were right. The centaurs can get it. A cart just rattled past carrying one. He’s as dead as the other type.”
“Is there more than one type of dead?” Lena asked.
“If there is an outbreak in the centaurs’ section of the city, then I’m afraid we must depart your exquisite company.” Bertrand placed his half-finished wine on the table.
“Do you think you’ll discover something more from the four-legged dead than the two?” Lena asked.
“There were two wizard deaths on the first day, correct?” Bertrand gestured for Maggie to stand. “I can only hope whatever forces the Siren has employed to purge her realm are consistent. If we can find the one on the verge of death, perhaps t
