“I don’t know,” Asaron said. “Have I grown lazy, daughter?”
“I’m the one who retired. You’re still going strong.” They were more matched in ability these days, though Victory had grown into her own martial style over the centuries. Asaron forced her to spar with him on a regular basis even in the peaceful environs of Limani. His insistence that she not let her skills lapse had come in handy more than once over the years, in the defense of her city.
“We must get to work.” Ahn prodded Asaron from his seat. “Syrisinia, will you join us?”
With a mild groan, Syri pushed herself up. “Yes, I’m coming.” She followed them from the room, brushing through a curtain further into the building.
“What should we do while we wait?” Mikelos seemed unsure of what to do with his empty plate, until Connor
