Chapter Sixteen
Forsworn
Saviadro watched from afar as the group of eight riders traveled steadily northward. He had been using the Stariquenya to spy on them since their departure from the Light Elves’ wood. They had left his emissary behind—the Lesser Men had not learned to master horses yet.
His fiery eyes narrowed as he stared at the riders from within the vaults of his mind. They all were hooded and cloaked. Despite his best efforts, he was unable to determine the identity of any of them, but their swift passage from Middle Lasniniar toward the Mountains of Fire left little doubt of their destination.
Had it been Iadrawyn’s idea for them to keep their faces hidden? She would suspect what he was capable of with the Stariquenya in his possession. Or had it been one of Valanandir’s t
