Chapter 20
The group left the castle, their mood somber as they navigated the winding streets of Solvanyr. The city was quiet under the moonlight, its grandeur muted by the lateness of the hour. They finally arrived at the tavern the king had arranged for them, a large, welcoming establishment with an empty dining hall. Only a few tired patrons lingered near the hearth, and the innkeeper quickly directed them to a private corner. They settled around a sturdy wooden table, their faces illuminated by the flickering glow of a lantern. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and it was Gedeon who broke the silence. “Alright, Derick—or should I say Frederick?” Gedeon said, leaning forward. “We deserve answers. What’s the real story here?” Derick leaned back in his chair, his expression shadowed. For a
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