The thatched roofs of Dunsaw loomed against the horizon as she made her way down the path. By the goddess, when she next saw Nivres she was going to strangle him, agreement be damned. Leaving her without so much as a goodbye. She didn’t know why she cared. Maybe it was because he’d openly admitted he was planning to do…something. She nodded to herself, continuing to match furiously towards the village. That had to be it.
Passing under the timber arch indicating the village entrance, Sabeline assessed Dunsaw. There was nothing remarkable or interesting to set it apart from any other farming village. The ground was hard mud and it had turned to sludge in some places. There were no constructed pathways like Upper Town, though delight crept through her as she imagined the nobles trying to
