Two days later, Roen was still in a small dark room of the main keep, not too dissimilar to the room where he’d first met Galen. He’d been given bread and water but otherwise had been ignored by the guards stationed outside the barred door. He’d spent much of his time in meditation, but even that was starting to lose its appeal.
“You wouldn’t happen to have something to read, would you?” he finally asked the guard closest to the door with a hopeful smile. “I’m afraid my horse ran off with my books.”
“What?” the guard snapped.
“Well, I assume even a garrison of this size would have a small library. So, I was hoping I could borrow something to read. It could be anything really. Just to help pass the time.”
The guard stiffened in anger. “What do you think this is, some kind of lodgment? Y
